Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Pills of Darkness

Have you ever feared you would stop breathing at night? When I was younger I thought that when we slept we stopped breathing. I never feared this, it's how I understood sleep as a child. Even though I now know better, it sometimes keeps up at night. Not in fear, but just as a reminder. Last night for instance I was having a hard time falling asleep. To make things worse, when I would get close I would notice that my breathing was slowing down. I started to think of all this again and it made it even harder to fall asleep. Then I get frustrated and roll over a lot in search of the perfect position...it is never found. After three hours of tossing I took a sleeping aid pill from Elisabeth. Within 20 minutes I was out.

Here is where it gets out of control. I began to dream skewed and distance futures. Elisabeth and Luke were there, we were sitting around and all of a sudden Elisabeth stood up and a child fell out, a newborn of course. There was no screaming from either of them, it must be due to your childbearing hips, babe. She reached down and handed the lizardly child to me and walked out. Luke's face was priceless and I was so shocked and unprepared I held the child by the feet up side down. This child was somehow born by an immaculate conception…it was outrageous. Elisabeth wasn't even fazed and Luke was MAD. You were really pissed that I held "my first born" by its feet. Being the ever-protecting natural father you are, you grabbed my "thing" (it was so pruned and red it was impossible to declare a sex) and took it to the other room and placed atop a bunk bed. I went looking for Elisabeth and couldn't find her, but a bottle of Jim Beam was missing from the cabinet. *Shifty Eyes* I returned to the bedroom just as the kid rolled off the bed and onto the floor. I didn't even flinch. I just walked over to it and picked it up by the feet again. At this time I saw the umbilical cord for the first time.

This is when Elisabeth called to say good morning, about 6 am. Seeing as how I still had three hours till I had to get up for class, I went right back to dreaming. The dream took a delightful turn of pace though. No longer was it a disturbing look into the future, but rather a plethora of happiness that flooded over mind's eye. It was like a picture book though; I was no longer involved in the actual happenings. They still made me silly with happiness. I could see pictures with all our friends and families gathered around, it actually looked like a child this time. And at no point was I holding it by the feet.

It was a nice ending to an otherwise uncomfortable night of dreams. Luke, don't be mad man...I never held Mikey like that. I wonder if it was from the pills.

6 Comments:

At Tue Oct 25, 08:35:00 PM 2005, Blogger Scratch said...

That is one whacked out dream. I'm glad to know I'm the man of your dreams.

 
At Tue Oct 25, 10:39:00 PM 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said...

what the hell do you think about before you go to sleep? that dream is not normal. keep the blogging alive.

 
At Wed Oct 26, 11:41:00 AM 2005, Blogger Pepsiqueen! said...

I think it stems from the pic of "you" and the squirrel somehow. That and I think Shirring is in love. Please note that just bc one of us chics has 'the hips' doesn't mean we can or will birth easily or vaginally! Thanks.

 
At Wed Oct 26, 02:16:00 PM 2005, Blogger Shirring said...

No no, I don't think this, previous co-workers of mine did. When I worked for the Nature Center Elisabeth would come and visit me. One day a few of the older women made a comment to her about how she was perfect for bearing children b/c of her hips. I laughed, I had no idea what that meant. She got offended, but now it's a running joke with us.

And yes, love is in the picture...but not b/c of the squirrel.

 
At Wed Oct 26, 03:50:00 PM 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well I should hope the squirrel is unrealated to your love life. I like to call them 'laundry basket hips' since I have found them pretty unhelpful in the birthing process.

 
At Wed Oct 26, 03:59:00 PM 2005, Blogger Shirring said...

i like to try and balance the laundry on top of my head like africans do. they are much better at than me

 

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