The Dream

I dreamt that Chef Mark  of Remarkable Palate came over my house to cook a wonderful dinner. Besides my regular friends, many people from the GSPN community were there. I was a bit upset because Cliff and Stephanie Ravenscraft were not able to make it. Well, anyway, Mark told me what he was going to make, and I was just salivating. It was some sort of chicken meal that sounded divine. 

I went into the dining room to start setting the table and Mark was hanging new banner-like curtains on our cathedral-size windows. (Folks, my house is a regular colonial-style architecture and it does not have cathedral ceilings or windows—it must have been my wishful thinking for an upgrade in the house.) I saw Mark hanging onto the venetian blinds as he was hanging the banners, and I got worried about his safety. I kept asking him whether he wouldn't mind using a ladder, and he kept telling me that he liked working this way. I looked on the walls and saw that he had stapled blue and green velvet wall coverings over my wallpaper. One wall was blue, the next one green, and so forth. My husband was very upset that he was ruining the wallpaper by making holes with the staples. I told him to go our bedroom to discuss his concerns because I didn’t want to have everyone, including Mark, hear what we were talking about.

 We went in the bedroom, and I told him that holes in the wall were a small price to pay for the great meal we were getting to savor. Hubby agreed, and I turned to open the door of the bedroom to go back to my guests and found myself on the commuter train station getting ready to go to work. I guess that, as my return to work is approaching, I am going to start having anxious dreams about it.

The Nighmare

As I found myself on the train station’s platform, we were told that the train was coming on the opposite track. I had to grab my stuff to cross the tracks. I kept telling myself that crossing the tracks was going to be hard for me, as I was carrying three heavy bags. Anyway, I looked on the tracks, and Carrie was there sleeping on a pillow. I got totally distressed because the train was coming and I couldn’t run fast enough to grab her and besides, I was carrying three bags, and I didn’t have enough hands to grab her. I was screaming to Carrie to get off the tracks. But, being a basset hound, she was stubborn and refused to listen to me. (Interestingly, in real life, Carrie is my most obedient dog. She always listens to my commands.) I saw the train coming and thankfully woke up.

Why am I having these bad dreams about my baby?