A Birth Mother's Adventures in Dreamland
I have been having extremely vivid stress-bomb dreams for the past week, the kind that wake me up with a start several times each nigh. Perhaps my brain has a fail safe so my heart won't explode while I'm asleep, so I can verify that no, my long-haul trucking partner Cee lo Green was not actually crushed in front of my eyes by a falling cargo container. A certain scientist friend says the dreams' intensity may be caused to the antibiotic I'm taking due to not listening to my body very well. . . .