Creepy Dreams

Before you ask - no, I'm not pregnant.  But I have been having creepy dreams this week. 

The other night I had a dream where I WAS pregnant, and knew the baby was a girl, but I didn't know where I was, and I didn't know if it was my second or third child.  My mom was there sometimes, but mostly I was alone in a room that probably doesn't exist in reality (white lacy day bed) and the thing that bugged me most in the dream was that I had picked a name, but couldn't remember it.  I was about to ask my mom if I had named the baby Odette, and then my grandmother and uncle walked in, and I was distracted by the hugging, and the fact that I was suddenly in her den.  My uncle had lost an unhealthy amount of weight.  I was alarmed, and then woke up.

Last night I was at a party in a public place....like Chuck E. Cheese or something...with Rhashita and her family.  Then, when I left, suddenly I didn't have the kids anymore, and I was looking for my car, which wasn't where I'd left it.  And it was raining.  And I got a ride to a different parking lot from some guys I went to high school with, who I did know, but probably never would have got a ride from.  Then, I was being walked to class with a guy we knew in Yuma, who said he had heard that Hitomi was taking some class that he was also going to take.  Then Heather was walking by and was telling me an inappropriate joke when her mom walked by, so I taunted her with the very clever and original, "I know why you got quiet!!"  Then, someone was in a tree, and it was still raining, and it was St. Pat's week on the UMR campus and the St. Pat's court were passing by, and there were signs in chalk on the sidewalk and I walked up to a door I know I used to go in for a lab at Mizzou.

It was like confetti from a bunch of different times in my life, all shuffled together and mixed.  Very kaleidoscopic.  The thing is, all the events, minus the missing car, were so carefree - but there was an underlying bad feeling.  I was very troubled in the dream.  In fact, both dreams were like that.  It was like the movie where the heroine is drugged and can't function normally but she knows that she desperately needs to do something fast or all will be lost.

Doesn't make for great rest.