I've been told and I've read that the further a pregnancy progresses, the more vivid the dreams become. But my dream last night was strange, even for me.
I dreamed that the father of my child was Steven Tyler. Of Aerosmith. In the dream, it wasn't just a one night stand -- S.T. and I weren't a couple, but we had an on-again, off-again thing and were good friends ready to raise a child together. Uhhhh.....wtf? I am not even a big fan of Aerosmith. If I heard "Crazy" or "Janie's Got a Gun" on the radio, I wouldn't turn the songs off, but neither would it ever occur to me to purchase an Aerosmith album. I wouldn't be surprised at all if I had dreamed that Bill Clinton or Keith Olbermann or even John Lennon was the father, but Steven Tyler?!
So far I have come up with a few possible explanations for why my subconscious would want Steven Tyler to be my baby daddy-
- a hope that my child will be artistic or musically inclined?
- my recent viewing of "E True Hollywood Story: Rock Star Wives"?
- a concern that my child's lips won't be full enough? (hardly likely, and the least of my concerns! Between Eduardo's and my lips, I am confident that baby will have a lovely mouth...)
- a refusal to acknowledge that, between being an attorney, a wife, a homeowner, and a mom, it is extremely unlikely that I will ever be a rock star groupie that drives across America following bands on tour? (not a goal that I have ever had, but nevertheless a "possibility" that seems more remote now than it might have 5 years ago...)
Other interpretations of this dream are welcome. Especially if Steven Tyler happens to be reading this.
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