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Pregnancy dreams

29 Apr

I am at a banquet luncheon, at a table, alone, finishing off my plate.  Suddenly there is someone next to me.  He’s sitting down beside me.  Dark hair, sparkling eyes.  Not huge, but fit.

“You were fabulous the other night,” he says.  “You sounded great.  And you looked terrific.”  He has a perfect smile.

“Thank you,” I murmur.  I am flustered, flattered, shy.

He talks for a minute more before introducing himself.  “I’m Brent Bambury, by the way,”  he says.  I am taken aback.  Brent Bambury is the host of CBC’s radio show “Go!”, but this guy looks nothing like what I think Brent Bambury looks like.  Did I say that out loud?  I’m not sure.  He looks amused and also perhaps slightly offended.

He talks some more about the concert, commenting on specific songs.  He leans in, his nose brushes my ear, oh-so-lightly.  I feel his warm breath on my cheek.  It’s a good thing I’m sitting because I am weak in the knees and I’m shaking.  I’m having a hard time breathing.

Practically choking on my own libido, I turn to him, smile a brilliant smile, and say, “I’m very flattered.  But I’m married.”  I leave the table, still thrumming.  I hope I don’t fall over.

Now, I ask you, if you can’t let yourself go in a dream, where can you let yourself go?  And for the record, I do enjoy Go! but I don’t have a crush on Brent Bambury.  Here’s a pic of him, in case you’re curious.  Nope, that’s not the guy from my dream.

Dreams during pregnancy are well-known to be extra vivid and emotional.  That can be fun.  But stuff like this just leaves me frustrated.  Now please excuse me while I go make some extra-strong… sigh… tea.