(image from Maira Kalman’s NY Times Opinion piece, In Love with A. Lincoln)

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Last night Steve made sad sounds in his sleep and woke to tell me about his bad dream. We were in jail and we had to push wheelbarrows up a steep hill and the wheelbarrows were filled with heavy metal things. He made it to the top but I was struggling. People at the bottom of the hill were making fun of me and Steve got mad and started throwing heavy metal things at them. Then he came down the hill to help me push my wheelbarrow up.

I had a dream that my exboyfriend and his ex-wife were still together. She is beautiful in real life, and they were pregnant with triplets. Triplets! But one was dying inside of her. You could see the babies through her stomach somehow and they were so, so beautiful. My heart broke for the one who was dying. You could see its head falling away from its body. Then I was trying to wash clothes but I could not get them white enough. And there were stray cats pissing on our bed.

Sometimes dreams are boring. Most of the time in my dreams I’m trying on shoes all night long or something else monotonous. But with the stress and the sorrow and waking up a lot with my back pain from the stupid fertility drugs — and mostly because the hormones I’ve had to take make my dreams more vivid and colorful — I’ve had the most complex and gorgeous dreams. That is one good thing. Though we both awoke this morning in sorrow. The black dog crawled into bed halfway through the night and he was twitching and shivering in his sleep on one side of me as Steve was moaning in his sleep on the other side and I was awake in between them. The night lasted so long.

February 27th, 2009 | Category: dream, overheard | Subscribe to comments | Leave a comment | Trackback URL