Rhiannon and I both had dreams last night that we remembered enough about this morning to share stories. In my dream, we were on a road trip without any maps through another country. All I knew was the highway numbers we were suppose to take. It got foggy so I decided to go different way and we got lost. I have no what the significance of this is.
Rhiannon had a dream that I was letting Beta lay on the very edge of the table while we were eating supper and she was telling me I would be in trouble if the baby fell off onto the floor. Basically, I let it go until Beta did indeed fall off, except I caught the little bundle before impact with the ground could occur.
My reaction this morning was that I was pretty awesome in both dreams and Rhiannon’s thoughts were more along the lines that she would probably try to physically harm me in both situations.
I don’t normally put much stock in dreams having any significance in the real world. I don’t call radio shows to find out what it all means. I’d say this is probably a good thing, since neither of these situations could really be interpreted to be a great situation for me in the future.
Perhaps they were both related to underlying concerns about being good enough parents (thinking you’re ready for these uncharted waters, but feeling a little lost, for example). Not that you have to worry about that cuz you guys will be great. And not that I know anything whatsoever about dream interpretation, so I’ll stop talking now.
Considering how rarely I actually remember a dream, the timing of the two was just odd. At least I appeared to be competent in catching Beta in Rhiannon’s dream. It’s better than I can say for myself in my own.