Dreams

First off, I have always been a dreamer. Growing up I used to have such vivid and frankly scary dreams. After a while, they tried different things to get me to sleep through the night without these nightmares that would wake me in a screaming, sweating panic from my sleep. Now, it wasn't always that they were scary, sometimes, they were good dreams that always ended right before the good part. Finally, as a last ditch resort, it was suggested that I repeat a phrase to myself as I fell asleep in hopes that my dreams would be redirected to that phrase. Think of it like a counting sheep. The sentence I would repeat over and over to myself was "I want a good dream about tomorrow." Since I couldn't see or predict the future, my sleep was like a black blanket. I dreamed of nothing. Now, throughout adulthood, the dreams have come back to plague me on occasion. Now that I am pregnant, the dreams have come back in full force. Crazy dreams, weird dreams, and frankly scary dreams. I have dreamed that people I loved have died, I have dreamed that I was a man, I have dreamed of my sweet little baby...and I dreamed she was a girl, I have dreamed of being left all alone, I have dreamed of crazy monsters and vampires, and frankly the sentence is the only thing to help if I remember to say it as I quickly drift off to sleep at night. However, most nights I am really asleep before my head hits the pillow. One night it was so bad that I laid down, my husband turned out the light, walked all the way over to and around the bed and got in. By that time, less than a minutes time, I was snoring.