Some dreams require very little analysis.

[rivka]

I dreamed that I was making lunch for eight or nine people. When they were all seated around the table and I was dishing out the food, I suddenly realized that there was almost nothing to eat. What I had been thinking of as the main course turned out to just be corn mixed with black beans, and there were only a couple of meager spoonfuls in the bowl - to be split eight ways. The other dishes were in similar shape.

Gosh, whatever could that possibly mean?

Bad night last night. I woke up around five and couldn't get back to sleep - a combination of aches and pains, cold symptoms, the baby moving, and an inability to banish unrestful topics from my mind. Argh.

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it's a good thing that I took all those psychology courses

I only ever took Psych 101, so I'm not sure how I'm coping with the onslaught of difficult images and tropes coming my way.

I've never actually seen the baby in my dreams. I've been pregnant in some dreams

I've only seen my baby once - in a dream where she was outside of my body and beautiful and perfect, and the dream ended with the awareness that I wasn't done with the pregnancy, so she needed to go back in and I wasn't sure how that was going to happen. In most of my dreams, I am at least vaguely aware of still being pregnant, though - whether it's relevant to the obscure plotline or not.