Apparently I haven't written in here since xanga switched over.

I've been having lots of dreams lately but not writing them down.
Here are some.

A while back I was lost in a huge train station then out near the tracks and they were all windy. Mike from work was there for some reason, but nothing really happened in the whole dream. Just, lost in a train station. Crowded.

The only reason I mention this is because I also had another train dream more recently, and it's weird when symbols are reoccurring.

In another dream I was married to a woman and Lois Lane from Smallville was making out with my wife and I got pissed. Then Jeremy was there and he was also mad that my wife was cheating on me, I guess we were just friends in the dream.
Then we were driving down the road and a truck next to us kept getting too close and the side mirror was almost hitting me in the head.
I kept trying to push the mirror in and the woman in the truck kept pushing it out and her husband who was driving told her he was trying to keep them safe in a way that was sort of saying she was fucking up.

In another dream a couple nights ago I was walking on train tracks that were so high up in the sky I couldn't see the earth. Then they turned into just random pipes and scaffolding and all kinds of other crazy things. And there were other people there. And I was afraid of falling but they weren't as afraid.
Then Jeremy and I were being held captive by some people and they had specific outlandish wardrobes for us and I remember putting these two leather bracelet cuffs on and thinking something like, well if I'm a prisoner I guess I should look the part. And thought of them as handcuffs or restraints or something.

Last night I dreamt I had a son, but while I was still pregnant with him my stomach was somehow open in a very weird non-gory way, almost like my skin was like flower petals or something curved around him. And I was holding my stomach trying to keep him in there and then when he came out of my stomach he was like, four or five. And I asked him what he wanted his name to be and he said some name that starts with an M and told me it was from the Bible.
And I was wondering how I was going to tell Jeremy we had a son when I hadn't told him I was pregnant.