I’m not sure why. Well, I know why in the dream world. TubaDiva was concerned about my friends who lost a baby immediately after birth a couple of months ago. (IRL, the friends knew it was going to happen due to pre-natal testing, they have been relieved to discover that it was a fluke, not a 1 in 4 chance.)
Tuba Diva, in my dream, was a plump, motherly woman of about 50, with shortish dark hair (helped a long a bit these days, but generally looking “natural”).
I’m not at all sure how she knew where to find me, especially since I think the house she visited is the one I grew up in, which means I haven’t been there for at least 15 years–and I think in the dream, the carpet was the carpet of my early childhood, not that which we had when we sold the house.
And I had the feeling that TubaDiva knew my friends with the baby, maybe not well, but she knew them in real life. This is always possible, but it’s not especially likely that someone who knew my friends in real life would be able to put them together with me. And if she knew them so well, why was she visiting me to ask about them? She did also ask how my job hunt was going. (It’s going. Not in the mood to complain today.)
Not the first time that the SDMB has woven itself into a dream, and probably not the last, either. Still it’s kind of weird.
My dreams usually are. I don’t often have dreams that I remember, but when I do, they usually take bits and pieces of reality and combine them in bizarre ways that seem almost plausible while I’m asleep, but not so plausible when I wake up. Sometimes they feature things I’ve been worrying about–but I don’t think I’ve been obsessing about the SDMB or the friends who lost their baby.
I’m not sure I’ve ever had either a sex dream or a nightmare.
Although, I guess it depends on how one defines a nightmare. While I don’t have scary monsters in my dreams, I have been known to have dreams which involve becoming responsible for someone else’s baby, cars catching fire and blowing up, not having my passport on an airplane flying to a foreign country, being rear-ended in a parking garage by someone who didn’t have a driver’s license, getting a parking ticket, driving on a circular road with a 45 mph speedlimit with my car stuck in reverse, or needing a dentist because a tooth had fallen out and having my dentist be far away and unable to help me because she had was taking care of an owl, and various other things.
Some of those do kind of sound like nightmares.
Sorry to disappoint those who were hoping for sex dreams, but if I did have them, I think I could show enough self-restraint not to type them up and share them with the world.
