Last night I had a crazy dream. I was visiting my dear friends Amy and Ben, who live 5 hours away (we are actually going to visit them in July). While I was there, I got online and followed a link from some website, where I read that Amy was expecting and was quite far along because she already knew she was having a boy.
I started freaking out – how could I not know she’s expecting when I’m staying at her house?? I confronted her and asked if she was pregnant and she denied it. I laughed and told her how relieved I was, at which point she told me that actually, she was pregnant.
I completely flipped out in the dream…in a way I would never actually let myself. I was running around frantically, screaming, crying hysterically, throwing myself on the ground. People were trying to comfort me and I physically pushed them away. At one point, I saw a pool and seriously considered drowning myself (I don’t feel suicidal, I promise).
Finally I encountered Amy again and I said the following:
“Do you understand how much loss I feel? I’ll never get to tell my husband I’m pregnant in a cute and romantic way. I’ll never get to come up with a way to announce it to our parents – instead I just get to tell them when we’re beginning treatment, get them excited and then disappoint them when my body fails to do what it’s supposed to. Our babies will be created in an act of science. I will be robbed of my pregnancy when I finally achieve it because I know too much and will have constant anxiety. I already feel robbed of the big family I wanted because I don’t know if I can ever go through this again and might have to just settle for one child. I feel so much loss in my life because of my infertility.”
It was shocking how clearly I articulated this in my dream. Now IRL, I would never have to say any of this to Amy. She’s extremely sweet and supportive.
Also, then the dream became her wedding day, and I was in her wedding (which I actually wasn’t), and I refused to walk down the aisle for her because she betrayed me by getting pregnant when she knew it was my fucking turn.
And guess what…I felt a lot better when I woke up. It felt good to behave bitterly, resentfully, and irrationally in my dream. I would never allow myself to behave that way, but I got it all out of my system in the dream.
I do feel robbed of the things I talked about in my dream, and sometimes I do want to have hysterical, dramatic, very public breakdowns. But now that I identified exactly how I have been feeling since this latest BFN, I feel like I can move on. I’m not angry anymore.
What a productive dream.
6 comments:
Wow, that's certainly a dream for the books. I've had dreams like that. It's just our brains working out emotions.
I share all those emotions and thoughts you're feeling. ((((BIG HUGS))).
I love that the dream you let out all the emotions - and so very well! Your dream you is so honest, and so raw. Just like we feel on the inside. So glad you had such a productive dream!!!
Glad to hear that the dream was productive! I too wish I could have a public breakdown once in a while.
Hoping that these next few weeks fly by for you and that your RE will have an awesome game plan for you guys! :)
I wish all dreams could relieve us of our feelings like that! Nice work, dreamer! :-)
I can't believe your bitch friend got knocked up before her own wedding! :p
Dreams are interesting. I'm glad yours helped you work through stuff.
*hugs*
I had a similar dream a couple of weeks ago - except it was my mom! She told me that she was going to have another baby (28 years after her last) and I had exactly the same reaction. I threw myself on the floor and screamed and cried and said "it's my turn! Why would you do something like this to me!" I wasn't nearly so eloquent afterwards, though; maybe that's why I still felt icky when I wokr up.
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