As some of you probably know, pregnancy does weird things to your body. I've been (very gratefully) spared of many of these symptoms, but most of the unusual things that happen to me lately can be blamed in some form or another on the parasitic being inhabiting my uterus. I felt very validated when BabyCenter sent me an email a couple of days ago detailing why some pregnant women occasionally awake with cramps in their calves.
Perhaps the symptom that has most affected me, though, is very very strange dreams. I am an extremely deep sleeper, so I didn't typically remember my dreams when I awoke. Lately, though, they have been so vivid that I remember specific images from them weeks later. This is very rare for me... I remember a grand total of one dream from my entire pre-pregnancy life.
One dream included Dan turning into some sort of undead creature who left me, but then was chasing me. A police officer who was attempting to protect me and I rushed onto some sort of elevated rail system, but couldn't seem to shake him. It was rather terrifying at the time.
Last night's dream included me parking my car somewhere and handing over the keys to someone else. By the time I got back, this incredibly responsible person had decided to trade in my car for some new fancy-pants vehicle. The funniest thing was that I COULD NOT figure out what was different for the longest time after returning, even though it looked completely different, even in my dream. I sat in the driver's seat (with this girl in the passenger seat) and stared at the new dashboard for some time before wheeling sideways and pronouncing, "This is NOT my car!" I was, naturally, upset, because I didn't want to make big car payments on a new and fancy car that I didn't want.
Luckily, the dream concluded before I woke up (can you imagine the horror of not knowing how it ended?). She somehow managed to trade the car back, and when I returned, she handed me my old keys. She also had an armful of quilts, and said the person who had sold her the car was also trying to sell blankets... for $50 each. I thought for a moment, and then said, "Sure, I'll take one - and you're paying for it!" Then I drove away, blanket in hand.
What strange dreams have you had? Interpretations also welcomed.