I’ve been dreamless for a while now. I assume I do dream. I must, right? But I just don’t remember. Any of them. Ever. At least I didn’t until last week.
Now try not to judge me too much for what I’m about to say – but for those of you who don’t know that I’m a closet Fast and Furious fan, I realise you are highly likely to be raising an eyebrow or two at those very five words.
You see the latest instalment of said movie franchise – yes Fast and Furious 8 people! – which will be hitting silver screens in the UK this very week, was the subject of the first dream I have recalled since Oscar was born.
I’m acutely aware of my lack of dream recall, because it bothers me that I can’t remember ever dreaming about Oscar. I know that I must have dreamt of him – how could I not? But I couldn’t say I have for sure. In fact I couldn’t say that I have for sure dreamt about anything at all in the last two years!
That is apart from Dominic Toretto. That’s Vin Diesel’s character in the films, if you’re not in the know. And actually, it wasn’t even him. You see so much am I a fan (I don’t know why I claimed to be a closet one, I’ll tell anyone who will listen they should give this hilarious, brilliant and outrageously silly set of films a whirl – short of going on holiday, this is your fastest route to the ultimate, albeit slightly ridiculous escapism…), so as I was saying, so much am I a fan – that James and I have booked a day’s leave to have a date day and go and see it next week. My dream, was that he told me that he no longer wanted to see it! I suddenly remembered his offensive words whilst sat at my desk at work last Thursday, and I was so confused as to whether I had dreamt it or he had actually uttered what I could only describe as nonsense, that I had to text him to clarify the situation when I was on my lunch break. Alas, it was a dream!
On realising that I was back in the land of the dreamers, I was initially elated. It felt like a mini achievement to have had this memory brought to the forefront of my mind from the depths of sleepdom. But it’s also got me a little disappointed (if not a tad amused too) that the first I recalled since my memory took a hiatus, was of such a nothing moment.
In the first month or so after Oscar was born I experienced nightmareish flashbacks to the labour. I guess they were dreams – but at the time they were so vivid and felt so real that I didn’t think of them as such. They felt more like real memories replaying than dreams per say. But once they stopped, so did everything else.
So it’s got me thinking – is this a thing that other women have experienced? Has anyone else out there lost their ability to remember dream snippets after having a baby? I’m thinking probably not, and that this is likely something that is a quirk to me – but nevertheless I’d love to hear about any funny dreams you’ve had and if you regularly experience those ‘dream jolts’ as I call them, where you suddenly out of nowhere remember something from the depths of your sleeping mind from the night before, or even days after the occasion.
As for me, I’ll look forward to my date day with James next week. And I’ll sign off by confessing that I’m also a massive Kardashians, Love Island and Geordie Shore fan too… so now you can go ahead and really judge me!
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