On the outside, I try to project an image of having it all together. But underneath that, I'm kind of a disaster. Hence... the name of the site: GlossyVeneer. It’s a rare occasion that I have a dream I actually remember. But the other night I had a dream that was pretty vivid and pretty odd.
It started off with my husband and I walking into a hospital because I was going to have a baby. No drama or hysterics in the dream, we were just there to have a baby.
Cut to the delivery room and I’ve apparently finished birthing the kid, but the doctors, nurses and my husband are all leaving the room with a little bundle. Somebody calls back to me on the way out, “By the way, it’s a girl!”
One nurse stays behind and tells me, “We’ve got to get you off to the salon!”
So next I’m in a salon, getting my hair cut and colored. I’m a little irritated that I haven’t seen my kid, but I’m also excited to see my new hairdo.
After a couple hours in the salon, I’m sporting platinum blonde hair and a shoulder length bob as I walk into a room where my family is hanging out. My husband is there, my parents are there, my brother and sister-in-law are there and a couple other random strangers were there. Someone says, “I bet you want to meet your daughter, huh?”
My husband walks forward carrying the baby and says, “She’s beautiful, you’ll like her. I named her Kandalyn.”
BLINK
“We’ll call her Kandi!”
BLINK BLINK
And yes, the spellings of the names were somehow very prominent in my dream. There was even a birth certificate.
I woke up all pissed off at my husband for naming our kid without me, a name I wouldn’t have chosen. When I told him about the dream he told me, “Don’t worry, if I’d named the kid without you, I would have messed up the spelling much worse than that. It would have definitely had a silent ‘H’ thrown in there, maybe a few other letters too.”
Such reassurance…
I love dreams like that!
