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[danuv]

Last night I had a nightmare that involved Isadora being dead and Tomas and I going to the morgue. This is one of the worst things about having children. I always carry this knot of fear inside that one of my babies will be hurt or killed. It can be very unnerving. For instance I was planning on holding Isadora's one year birthday party at my family's cabin on the lake. I started going to sleep one night thinking about it and then I remembered the snakes. Now, this place is not like some kind of Indiana Jones-ish snake pit but I have seen several there in my life and they are more scared of us than we are of them. Despite this I keep having these images of my children being bitten. Arg. Now of course I just can't have the party there. It would make me a nervous wreck. . . and it's ridiculous.
Anyway, on to more mundane topics. Today we are going to my mother in law's. They have a swimming pool that we intend to take advantage of. Isadora loves the water and Rhiannon says she does but is intimidated by the pool.
Everyone seems to have survived dinner at my mother's yesterday. My father made me a cake. He asked me on Thursday what I wanted so I told him I would like this orange chocolate almond cake he made for Christmas. When he arrived at my mom's he went on and on about how much trouble it was to make. Seemed to be the only thing he wanted to talk about. Mom gave me the money for my zoo passes. Dad bought me a nice chef's knife and a cutting board. The day was pleasant. That night we rented some dvd's and watched Legend of the Drunken Master, a Jackie Chan flick, and Shadow of the Vampire, excellent flick. Fun was had.
I've had several nightmares this week. There seems to be one week every month that they kick into overdrive. I wonder why. Maybe I have some kind of pms cleansing of the subconscious. I hate them though. There is one I have that involves a basement in a large old home that keeps coming back. I never really had problems with nightmares when I was a child.

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[scottopic.livejournal.com]

The fear for your children - especially related to the nightmares about them - is supposed to be pretty common. This is yes another reason I don't want to spawn - the potential of losing one.

But well, as Benedict (in Much Ado About Nothing) would say, "The world must be peopled!"

Any more details you wish to share about the basement dream?

[danuv.livejournal.com]

Much Ado About Nothing is one of few comedies in my favorite films list.
Basements dreams... the old house is never quite the same. Sometimes it is a large delapidated mansion, sometimes a smaller but still very old and run down home. No matter what the size we always get sort of lost in the rooms. Usually it involves my family (meaning my parents and siblings not my husband and kids) moving into it and my brothers and sister and I trying to figure out which rooms we want as our's. Eventually the basement shows up in the dream. Almost always the basement used to be a lunatic asylum and the floors are covered in black and white tiles. A couple of years ago when I early in my pregnancy with Rhiannon, I had a dream where to get into this basement you went down an escaltor. While I was on it I noticed there was a large metal gate at the bottom and in front of the gate there was this spirit. It was very ethereal and whispy... almost shapeless but not quite. And I knew it was evil. It didn't look evil but I KNEW it was and I was completely and utterly terrified of it. I tried to turn around and run back up the escaltor but I couldn't get up it. Somehow I realized I had a book in my hands and I turned around and threw it at the thing and woke myself up (glad I am able to do that). I was completely hysterical when I woke up and cried and shook for half an hour or so. I can't remember ever waking up that messed up from a dream. That was what sent me to a counselor who did absolutely no good and told me I had demonic problems (haha).
But that was the worst one. Usually I just wander around and wake myself up when the basement shows up. Yuck.