my head has been kind of spinning lately. This weird ass dream I had last night didn't help.
I dreamt that I lived in this pretty big house that was a combination of all the apartments I'd ever lived in. I was 9 months pregnant (im not pregnant at all BTW) and my gall bladder was giving me serious pains (IRL I had my gallbladder taken out back in March). I had to undergo surgery to get it taken out and woke up during the surgery but couldn't really feel much. When I woke officially from the surgery, I went into labor and with one push delivered a baby boy we named Joe. But for some reason I couldn't keep him so Alex's brother and sister in law adopted him. They lived with us but now the place was a super tiny apartment and for some reason they had 2 pet ponies, but they were mean ponies. I was worried about Joe being in their care when they already have a newborn and when they have such vicious ponies. Alex and i were sitting on our bed and i was crying about all this when they let one of the ponies into our room. He ran all over the place and was causing a huge mess. He jumped on the bed we were on and starting fighting to get out the window above our bed. I was getting trampled and was fighting with the pony and yelling for Juan and Jennifer (my in laws) to come get him. I was still recovering from surgery and still covered in blood and iodine (which is pretty much how I looked when I woke from my actual surgery). We finally got the pony to the door and shoved him out of our room. I looked out the door and they had joe just sitting on the floor in the hallway, propped against the door to the other bedroom. I picked him up, hid him in my arms and ran back into my room. He was so tiny, like 5lbs. A weeks later, one day I stepped on the scale and it said 118lbs but I still looked exactly the same. I kept standing there in disbelief.
Alright, weird fucking dream right?
Anyone want to take a crack at what it "means"?
I dreamt that I lived in this pretty big house that was a combination of all the apartments I'd ever lived in. I was 9 months pregnant (im not pregnant at all BTW) and my gall bladder was giving me serious pains (IRL I had my gallbladder taken out back in March). I had to undergo surgery to get it taken out and woke up during the surgery but couldn't really feel much. When I woke officially from the surgery, I went into labor and with one push delivered a baby boy we named Joe. But for some reason I couldn't keep him so Alex's brother and sister in law adopted him. They lived with us but now the place was a super tiny apartment and for some reason they had 2 pet ponies, but they were mean ponies. I was worried about Joe being in their care when they already have a newborn and when they have such vicious ponies. Alex and i were sitting on our bed and i was crying about all this when they let one of the ponies into our room. He ran all over the place and was causing a huge mess. He jumped on the bed we were on and starting fighting to get out the window above our bed. I was getting trampled and was fighting with the pony and yelling for Juan and Jennifer (my in laws) to come get him. I was still recovering from surgery and still covered in blood and iodine (which is pretty much how I looked when I woke from my actual surgery). We finally got the pony to the door and shoved him out of our room. I looked out the door and they had joe just sitting on the floor in the hallway, propped against the door to the other bedroom. I picked him up, hid him in my arms and ran back into my room. He was so tiny, like 5lbs. A weeks later, one day I stepped on the scale and it said 118lbs but I still looked exactly the same. I kept standing there in disbelief.
Alright, weird fucking dream right?
Anyone want to take a crack at what it "means"?
suispud1:
no clue but I want the movie rights
creamcuffs:
I have no idea what it means, but I'm not going to ask Santa for a pony now.