When you stay up all night at a birth and then sleep fitfully on the couch for a few hours, you enter a weird dream state where the people are all real, even the ones that can fly. A confectionery house with glittering pink trim, like the witch house in Hansel and Gretel. Lots of people who all feel familiar, milling around, some with wings. Vague sense of menace.
I woke up confused and thought I was there not here. When I realized I was still wearing my birth clothes and that I had to go back to the clinic in an hour, the candy house faded. I could no longer fly (too bad!)
The women are all fine and so are the babies.
And I can stay in bed all day if I want.
2 comments:
I swear to you, I just wrote a friend that the moon must be in Crazy Dream.
Me too.
I still can't decide if it's better to stay awake and exhausted, or to take the nap from hell and awake from strange dreams confused and just as tired anyway. I'm not a successful napper, and lately not very good at sleeping at night either. I crave good sleep.
Hope you get some.
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