"That you have but slumbered here, while these visions did appear, and this weak and idle theme, no more yielding but a dream."

So said Puck in Shakespeare's A Midsummer Nights Dream

With pregnancy comes many strange dreams. The most unusual part of my dreams is that I can remember them now which before I did not. My dreams usually take on the characteristics of what ever TV show I happened to watch before bed. I'll have dreams about getting a tattoo from the boys at Miami Ink, wild parties with the guy in Entourage - well you get the point. My worst dream so far came this past week.

In my dream life is much the same as my life is today. Jamie and I are married and we are expecting a child. One day Jamie comes home and confesses that he slept with an old girl friend, Susan, the night before our wedding, and he's in love with her and he wants a divorce. I am, of course, upset. I can't believe this behavior is coming from Jamie. Now I've been cheated on in the past, even left by a husband for the little slut so I know how that kind of betrayal feels. This was different because I knew that bastard was a liar and I only had myself to blame, but Jamie is different. Jamie is an honest person and has never lied to me.

The dream continues with me trying to interrogate him about "how this could happen" and "what was he thinking" and "why did he pretend all this time that he loved me. that he loved us". Through the whole procedure he basically ignores the questions and just keeps saying that it's over and done. I begin to plot in my mind to call his close friend and try to get to the bottom of this charade that has been my life for the past 9 months. It is at this point in the dream that I realize that this person is not Jamie. I mean he looks like Jamie but he is not acting like the Jamie I know. He is showing no emotion what so ever and his facial expression never changes. I begin to wonder who this impostor is wearing a Jamie Suit.

I wake up and try as I might I can't get back to the dream to figure out who that dude is. In the morning I ask Jamie if he knows a "Susan". "Just my Aunt." he says. I am satisfied. This Jamie has emotion and expression and I know he loves me, that he loves us. Anyone can see it.

On a lighter note...today I lost my ankles. Here today and gone tomorrow.