Over the past four years, though, I have had a handful of dreams that, while not always the same overall, have shared at least one similar facet. It's an odd facet; I am not entirely sure why I would dream about this so often, but I do. It's quite strange, and a little unnerving.
The thing that I dream about so often is falling babies. Not that there are a multitude of falling babies in my dreams. It's not like it's raining babies or anything weird like that in my dreams. There's always just one baby who is falling, and it's always whichever one of my children happens to be a baby at the time.
The baby that is doing the falling is always falling off of something, like a ledge, or down the stairs, or out of a window. That's probably what makes these crazy dreams so realistic. These are scenarios that could really happen.
My guess is that, even though dreams about falling babies are slightly unnerving, I probably would quickly forget these dreams like I do most of my other dreams. Except, these falling baby dreams are so real that I find myself sleep-diving all over our bedroom trying to catch my mythical dream children. I have sleep-dived across the Wife's legs to catch the mythical dream Girl on the other side of the bed. I have sleep-dived completely out of bed to catch the mythical dream Baby, only to be awakened when I hit the closet doors. I have sleep-dived over my nightstand, knocking off my glasses, books, and everything else that happened to be on there, to catch the mythical dream Boy. I can cause quite the mess.
|This is an artist's rendition of me diving all over our bedroom, trying to catch my mythical dream babies. I'm not sure why the artist thinks I wear shoes to bed. Other than that it's very realistic.|