February 8, 2009

ok.

I dreamed last night that Jay and I were making out in my room in the house I grew up in. We were also babysitting Elliot, who was my little brother. (dream logic) We started to have sex but realized he was watching us, so we stopped and I went for a walk to cool down.

I found a camera abandoned in the grass and picked it up and started looking through the pics. It was from a guy's 30th birthday party, which had been celebrated in the house the night before. There were naked pictures of the guy on there, and pictures of him posing with a woman, and the birthday cake.

I went into the kitchen and found our friends eating the leftover birthday cake. Jay came downstairs and I showed him the camera. Someone found a pile of baby pictures and we were looking through those - it was the guy when he was a baby and there was a picture that was almost identical to one of my own baby pictures. I commented that we had the same type of clothes on and toys around us, but then realized it was because we were born really close to each other and that was the style back then.

We found out that the party-goers from the night before, including the guy and his girlfriend from the pictures, were missing and the police were searching the lake for them.

I had some birthday cake.

Then Elliot wasn't feeling good, so we gave him some infant tylenol that was on the counter - it belonged to the little boy who was also missing along with the party-goers. (Now Elliot was my son again, and the missing people were a husband and wife and their kids and some friends from the party)

We went to the pharmacy to fill a prescription for children's tylenol 3 for Elliot so we could stop using the other stuff.

I went to the bathroom and saw a long whitish slimy thing in my underwear. It moved. It was a huge worm with a sucker mouth. And it had come out of me!!! I was freaking out, but just wrapped it up in paper to preserve it and didn't tell anyone.

We went back to the street and met up with the police who told us that the family had been discovered - they were all dead, eaten by some sort of internal parasite. Somehow they knew it had come from the cake. I started to panic - I had eaten it, along with all my friends, too.

But it turned out we were ok because none of us had eaten any sugar/dairy/wheat up for several weeks up until that day (thanks, candida diet!) the worm couldn't find any sustenance in our bodies and just passed on through.

Then it was a year later and we were all meeting up again - a reunion of sorts - and we were comparing the length of our worms by drawing pictures of them in the dust on the car frame when we stopped at a gas station. I went to the bathroom and was sure there would be another worm, but there wasn't, so I went back out to the car and we all drove away.



Then I woke up and had to nurse Felix again.

April 28, 2008

2 nights ago I dreamed that Boo was born 6 weeks early. It was a boy. We named him Miles.

Better not come true! And Miles isn't even on our list, although when I mentioned it to Jay, he said he liked the name. And so do I. But we don't like how it sounds with our last name.