The power of dreams.

A few nights ago, I had a weird dream. Well, weird, but nice. I had a dream that I was pregnant. Yes, weird indeed, although given the events of what happened dating back a month, it’s no surprise that I have one of those dreams.

Now before your mouth drops and drool comes from it–I am not pregnant. Not yet anyway. It’ll be a long time before that happens, although if it did happen, the initial freakout would be well worth the end result. Anyway, I had to look up what it meant to have a pregnancy dream when you’re clearly not expecting.

To dream that you are pregnant, symbolizes an aspect of yourself or some aspect of your personal life that is growing and developing. You may not be ready to talk about it or act on it. Being pregnant in your dream may also represent the birth of a new idea, direction, project or goal.

-From Dreammoods.com

Well, shit. Now I should point out the one quote there that says “You may not be ready to talk about it or act on it”. That just sums up what’s been going on with me for the past year. Am I ready to talk about this thing that’s been bugging me? Not really. But since I don’t want to keep you all in the dark, I will say this much.

It would be for the sake of my sanity; the possible cure for this depression. There’s a point where therapy and pills isn’t enough, and maybe, just maybe, all I need is to be uprooted. Uprooted away from here. But unfortunately, it’s not able to happen as quickly as I (and my fiance) would like it to happen. So without driving myself up a fucking wall, I really need to know how to approach it, without compromising my own happiness, and without hurting someone else.

Hm, this sounds like a fucked-up version of one of my plays I wrote. Which I don’t think I typed the synopsis for on here yet. I’ll get to it, I swear.

But yeah, that’s where I stand. Now I’m gonna go crawl into a hole.