Amusement Park Pregnancy

Date: 2/21/2019

It started with me driving, trying to get into the faster lanes of the interstate, you know lane changing to get there. I finally get to the fast lane and my car is just put-putting, so I get out of it, turns out it’s the size of a toy car, but I still need to get where I am going so I try to sit on top of my toy car to start it. I was thinking, “How in the world can I get this dinky thing back up to 80 mph if it accelerates so slowly, and what if while it is taking forever to get back up to speed with the fast lanes a car comes and mows me over?” A little bit of a dream skip happens and I end up back in the slow lanes. This part of the dream had only faint color on the cars and grass surrounding the interstate. The next segment of my dream is the amusement park. It is basically set up like a bustling New York city with a thousand tiny little shops lined up on either side of the road barely big enough for one car, let alone as many pedestrians as there were. There are many colors on the many little tiny details around me, but everything was muted and dingy. I am just walking along and observing everything, there were some shops closing and I thought, “Well that will be a nice place for another shop to move into, like what, a jewelry store or a store that sells collectible cigarettes,” (I got these store ideas from the stores I was seeing as I was walking along). I find myself in a jewelry shop, and there are other women in the shop, talking about how expensive the little garbage earrings were. They really were trash. The shop was set up where there were pillars of earrings, tons of pillars that were very tall and almost maze like. As I make my way around the store I notice a dark hallway in the back, I look around to see if anyone knows about this, or are talking about this, but nope, it’s just me that is taking interest in it. I focus my attention to see what is inside it, there is a huge grinch, as big as the Lincoln monument, sitting in a similar fashion on a big chair. He wasn’t quite grinch color green, more like a dark blue. There is snow in this hallway, and it is basically a shadow room with only a faint blue cast. I go and lay down in front of the big grinch in the snow, snow angel style, but on my stomach instead of on my back. Somehow I get informed that in the movie this hallway is trying to replicate, someone lays down in the same way in front of the grinch and he covers them in a tan clay looking blanket that is heavy and forms from strips that slowly come together to form over the body. The cover comes out of grinch’s wrist in the classic spider-man way. Third person perspective comes in of me laying on the snow, and me being covered, it was similar to a crime scene honestly, when the dead body gets covered, or a spider getting something caught in its web and wrapping it up. The next part of my dream and I was back at home sitting at my dining room table. I start painting what the grinch was in my dream, it was very difficult because he was different things at once, like looking like skeleton but being hairy. I was just struggling badly trying to paint my experience. I kept layering on paint, trying to get the layout right, get the dark blue instead of grinch green coloring, and eventually I ended up with something, I wasn’t satisfied with it but I couldn’t do it any longer. Turns out the whole time I wasn’t painting on canvas, actually a flowerpot. I showed my man my work, and he thought it was interesting, the grinch was like covered in a white sheet of snowish substance clambering to get out of the pot and out from under it, he had some of the snow blanket over his face so it looked a little like phantom of the opera. I showed it to my grandmother, she was like “oh, hmm, that’s not good”. She didn’t like it at all, she thought it was not my best work. The next segment I was shown a renaissance painting of a king and queen, it was highly stylized and kind of cartoonish. The queen had a head garment on that kind of looked like ram horns or something, and she was in a renaissance era dress that wasn’t very flashy, more like casual wear; the king was dressed in linen clothes that looked like pajamas. It was a moving painting, the queen represented me, and the king represented my man. The queen is joking around with the king, making silly gestures, the king pulls her under the table of the painting and makes love to her, her head pops up wide eyed. They both sit in chairs and she is very pregnant, he sits next to her. Perspective transfers over to real life, turns out i’m pregnant, sitting next to my man, at the dining room table, I told him that, “I didn’t ask for a baby, I was just playing around, I didn’t mean to be sexual.” He told me that he just misunderstood my body language. I immediately go into labor, I pop the baby out like it is nothing, it does take some work to push it out but there is no pain, I have to cut the umbilical cord myself with a pair of kitchen shears. I set the baby on the table as I pull the rest of the cord out of myself, and end up with the placenta, I set the cord attached to the placenta on the table. My baby is actually in what looks to be a black plastic bag, that is how I birthed it. As I was cutting it open to see my baby I thought, “How in the world did my body make plastic?” A voice told me to set the baby on my knee when it was out, so I did that and it was beautiful and I did feel a bond to the baby. I let it nurse my breasts which felt very, very odd and uncomfortable. My man and I were happy, but I was very confused, how did I get instantly pregnant. My grandmother comes in and said, “That was wonderful, I’ve never known of anyone who doesn’t hurt while in labor, you did so well,” my man agrees wholeheartedly that it was impressive. I start pacing the living room, my baby laying in a chair, I wanted my grandfather to come and see it, but he just stayed in his library oblivious to everything. I was muttering how, “I am not ready for a baby it, it isn’t the time for a baby,” on and on and on. I look at the little tyke and I was thinking, “Would I be a good candidate for adoption?” The next part of my dream I ended up muttering to because I was muttering so long. I was standing on a beach and my man was there too, standing a distance away but in-front of me. I said out loud, “I’m not ready.” He replied, “Yes you are.” I felt completely at ease with the baby. Though there were still worries flooding my mind, “I’ll have to get diapers, baby wipes, something to carry my baby in.” There is some kind of an event going on at this beach, it is near sundown and the sky is darkening up slightly. There are many people in the water near a boat, they come back to shore and they assume there places at this event, some are observers just standing around, some are directly under a tent that states there cause. Turns out these people are actually raising awareness for their disease, which is like a blood disease and everyone had a different form of it. I am in my head thinking, “What would I use to carry my baby to this kind of event? I don’t really like strollers, I know i’ll get a baby bjorn, it will be perfect. But what if I need to go to college classes, I don’t want the baby to cry in my bjorn and disturb the whole class. Maybe i’ll leave the baby with my grandparents if my man isn’t at home to take care of it, well that’d be rude......”