I’m #dreaming I’m #running and then I become a #murderer …
I’m finding my dreams to be a little disturbing at the moment and I think it might be something to do with the anxiety of becoming a parent.
Let me explain.
I get ready to go running
I hook around myself a harness
I place UltraBaby into the harness
I set off running with UltraBaby
I fall forwards and crush UltraBaby to death
There are variants revolving around other sporting activities but effectively in my dreams my actions are causing UltraBaby harm.
I’ve talked it through with the GingaNinja and she tells me it’s just a dream and probably a metaphor for the train wreck of a parent that I’ll make (thanks Ginge), but it is becoming a worry. It’s a bit like that sensation when you cross a bridge and you imagine what it would be like to just jump over the railing. It could well just be my fear of failure and simply accepting that I will worry about something so new and untested in natural – hmm.
In reality I know I’m being stupid yet it is waking me up regularly during my sleeping hours and that surely can’t be good for what little sanity I’ve got left.
I think it’s probably for the best if UltraBaby stays at home whilst you are off on your adventures…! 😛
I’ve already bought the running buggy and the harness – got to face your fears I think plus I can’t be forced into not doing the thing I love because of a dream, admittedly a horrible dream… It’ll be okay I hope 🙂