Last night I dreamed that my body was an oven. The babies were growing in my broiler. I slid them out to check on their progress, and found that they didn't have any amniotic fluid. From there I can only remember that I scrambled to do something for them, but was not really satisfied with the results.
Like so many of my baking projects.
On any given morning I can recall at least four dreams. This is partly due to being pregnant, partly because I'm waking up all night, and partly because I've always been good at remembering my dreams.
Last night I dreamed that I was in the flight deck talking with the captain. The plane began to plummet rapidly. I told the pilot to do something, but he said everything was fine. At the last minute he pulled up and we narrowly averted a hillside. Once we landed I refused to work the next leg of our trip.
I pretended to be asleep when they came to get me and it worked.
They couldn't bare to disturb me when I looked so content.

Then I dreamed of water.
I dream about water in all sorts of scenarios, pretty often.
In this one I sat on a tiny shore as huge waves broke at my feet. What's interesting to me about this one, is that I seemed to be the only one afraid. Many people rode the waves by any means possible. With little pool floaties and body boards.
I've read many things about water dreams. When you're pregnant, it's said that water means you're aware of your amniotic fluid, which would certainly tie in with the earlier dream I had, but I believe it means something different for me. I think it has something to do with why I hate outer space.

When I woke up for the final time, I nudged Jesse and said "Good morning," as is standard procedure. He opened one squinty eye and gave me a sincere "Good morning to you." He nodded to his shoulder, to signal that my head should go there.
I asked him if he had any dreams and he recalled some of them for me.
I could only hold out for a few minutes, before abruptly swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.
My body running downstairs for breakfast as though eating were as urgent as my next breath.
Happy Sunday.