I'm up in the Sierra Mountains, and I have to get down to our friend's house in Sacramento. In my dream I'm the proud owner of a big rig. Instead of driving it down to the valley, I have it loaded onto a train. As the train is pulling it to Sacramento, I'm standing inside the truck. I can't see out the windows, and I'm nervous about being in my big rig on a train. I have anxiety about the big rig tumbling off the train and rolling down a mountain to my fiery death. In the end, I'm safe and sound.
Dream number two is this exact same scenario except my big rig detaches from the train. I can't see anything, but I feel it jerk off the tracks and begin to roll over and over. Of course I know that I'm going to die, but the truck eventually starts to slide and eases its way into some sort of embankment. And then I wake up.
I don't know that I believe there is a meaning behind every dream. I do have a dream dictionary on my bookshelf, though, and I thought it was weird that I had two different versions of the same dream. So you know I had to look it up.
Whoa. I'm not pregnant, first of all. BUT, that is the direction I was going in with all of these interpretations. The whole trying to conceive thing feels very chaotic in a helpless kind of way, a being in limbo kind of way. And, obviously, my baby goals are not going according to plan. Because Nick and I want to have kids, this presumed infertility issue is clearly a major obstacle. And if pregnant women dream of trucks, I find it fitting that a women, who is struggling to conceive, dreams that her truck is crashing down a mountain. The only hopeful thing is that in the end of both dreams I was OK. I was relieved. Here's to hoping that real life turns out the same way.
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