Wow, the beauty of Wordpress means that quickly journaling my completely crazy dreams before I go to testify to try and keep our first amendment rights in place is a snap.

You may or may not see this as a boon.

I did not sleep for shit last night, and my unconscious had quite a lot to say about it.

So, in my dream last night, Mark and I were in some parking lot, and we were engaging in some very nice finger-fucking. But it was taking a while to get me off. I was aparently stoned, and was kind of slipping in and out of awareness, to the point that I felt myself falling alseep. I remember thinking it maybe wasn’t so cool to do that, but at the same time, I was testifying in the morning and I had to get some sleep, so…oh well.

When I came to, Mark was standing outside the driver’s seat window next to me holding… my newborn baby. I not only had apparently managed to be pregnant for nine months and not know it, but also to give birth while completely alseep. It was a bit of a shock — especially since I was just thinking, “GOD, they so totally overtalk this labor thing: it didn’t even wake me up! People are such whiners!” — but I managed to get over it, while still remaining incredulous. I also had this annoyed feeling about never having had that orgasm and having had a kid instead.

We got out of the car, and the parking lot was really full, with this weird sense of something being ominous or something like it. It looked like some kids were going car to car, but turned out they weren’t, and this lady walked up to me. I asked her what was going on, she said she just felt like something weird was going to happen. I pointed at said slimy kid in my arms and suggested it already has.

Then Mark starts trying to rope me into some new film project, right that day, and I remind him that again a) I have to go testify, and b) I’m not even sure I can do THAT because of just having given birth, and the kid might cry, and I was kinda starting to feel a little tired, now that I thought about it. I decided I could like deal with testifying, but that he needed to understand a film project was totally out, since between childbirth and the federal court, I was really overcommitted that day.

Then the wake-up call came, and I woke up out of the only half-sort of sleep I was getting which was producing all of this subconscious mania. Thank god.

Yeah. Didn’t sleep so good. Alas, so it goes: adrenaline, ahoy! Coffee is ready in the room, a shower and suit await, and a busy, intense day. Which I cannot WAIT to be done with.

Hopefully, sans stealth pregnancy and labor.

filed under Heather Corinna | aclu | subconscious life
posted on Thursday, November 2nd, 2006 at 4:07 am

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