Oh and.

[featherynscale]

For the last two nights I have had dreams in which I am either Alfred, from the Batman comics, or a comics writer working on a Batman story in which Alfred figures prominently. In both dreams, Alfred is/I am trying to stop Robin from committing suicide. In the one where I was almost certainly Alfred, he had made several attempts at death by drowning. In the one where I might have been the writer, he was working on a pills and liquor combination.

And I say unto you, That Shit Is Not Right. Number one, it is not fair that I should have had that unlikely combination of elements twice in a row. Number two, I know the boy is classically depicted with no pants, and there are all the rumors and everything, but really, it's not worth offing yourself over. Just buy some pants and get a girlfriend.

EDIT: And, speaking of nightmares, woman goes in to the doctor for stomach pain, as it happens, she's about to give birth to a baby she didn't realize she was carrying. This sort of thing freaks me right the hell out. Perhaps today will be a good day to call a doctor to discuss getting fixed. I'm practically thirty, maybe I can find someone who will take pity on me this time. At 18, 21, 25, and 27, I was told I was too young and would no doubt change my mind, and was therefore a poor risk for the procedure.

Comments

[chayam.livejournal.com]

First I want to say that this was the most excellent way of discussing your dreams. It too often comes out as a bore, but you were witty and interesting. (I never manage this.)

Secondly, I've been pregnant three times, and NO FREAKIN' WAY is it possible for you to not know. You have to be in massive denial--massive in a way I cannot comprehend--and this will not happen to you, since you're not utterly stupid and are on the lookout for it. But how, how, how on earth is it possible to not know you're pregnant? The body changes are a half a million monstrosities, and a baby rolling around in your stomach and kicking, kicking, kicking--these are not only actually physically visible, in my case, but unmistakable. You have a small human being packed into your uterus. When it moves around, you feel it even if you don't visibly see the protrusions, as in my case. And that's just ONE very obvious "symptom". I am so tempted to list ten dozen more, aside from the ones like changes in periods (usually, complete lack thereof) and massive abdominal weight gain that you'd think of first. I'd say it isn't possible if there weren't people swearing it happened. But still...really...not possible.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

I feel it fair to warn you, since you're a new reader -- I talk about my dreams with some regularity. I do try to limit myself to the ones I think won't bore people to tears, or to the ones that really make me stop and say, "What the hell?". And if they're long, I try to cut so that people can skip them. Thanks for thinking I was witty and interesting, though -- I'm always delighted when people think so.

Also, thank you for your words of support. As I mention, I know it's not a rational thing, but it is my one remaining phobia, and it's really intractable. (Of course, my usual method of ceasing to be afraid of something is to do that thing until I am not afraid of it anymore, which is really not a good method for this particular thing, because unless you're really lucky and special, you only get to shoot yourself in the head one time.)