What Does It Mean?

Another friend, who is around the same time along in her pregnancy, was describing to me one of the vivid dreams that she had and I remember laughing out loud at how funny it was because it seems so silly for that to happen in real life and it was also a little random........but here I am, at 4am, woken up by one of my vivid dreams, and it got me thinking what was probably so funny to me, was actually was pretty scary for her.

Now it has me wondering, what did my dream mean? Why did it upset and scare me to the point where I had to get up and blog about it? Why would I even dream about this subject?

The dream felt so real and it does have to do with real events that have unfolded in this person's life but it's all about her situation. It doesn't have anything to do with me (I'm not even pregnant in my dream) and yet I always get this feeling of helplessness and utter despair when I allow my mind to dwell on it. Maybe because I feel like I have failed her as a friend? Maybe what has happened caught me completely off-guard? Maybe because there seems to be no closure? Maybe I'm still in shock? I'm not sure. All I know is that whenever I dream about this, I usually wake up quite upset, usually to the point where I'll have cried in my sleep and find I have to turn over my now soggy pillow.

The main character for the last two Sunday School classes that I taught have been about Joseph. He too was also a dreamer, who had fantastical and strange dreams, but it got him into trouble early on when he told his brothers about them and they in turn sold him into slavery. Yet throughout his hardships, working as a slave in Egypt, being thrown in jail for a crime he didn't commit, God never forgot about him. He had a plan so great for this young kid that Joseph himself never expected it to come true, although he did dream about it. God also gave Joseph a very special talent to interpret dreams which would be so handy to have at this moment for me.

I'm glad that yesterday was my last time teaching Sunday School for good while. Don't get me wrong, I love teaching those little young ones , challenging myself to help them learn hard concepts like jealousy or temptation, and they are just so cute and too much fun. But being 29 weeks along with two active little boys kicking around in my tummy is hard enough by itself. After the usual Sunday lunch with Meghan and my mom, I was never more glad than to just crawl into bed and take of one of those epic naps where you fall asleep for hours out of pure exhaustion and just sleep. No dreams, just sweet undisturbed rest. It's contagious, I think Michael had every intention of just getting a quick power nap out of it but ended up falling into a deep coma too.

Michael probably assumed right, he thinks I'm anemic because of the pregnancy. I would explain why I'm always so tired, out of breath, and feels like my heart it gonna pound out of my chest. I haven't been able to hold down my iron supplements till the last couple of tries when my Ob suggested I take it with dinner rather than before bed. Let's hope this gives me a little more energy and help supply my little ones with the nutrients they need from mommy.