how i became a believer
I rarely remember dreams. I am jealous of people that do. So I am always excited when I do:
I was in the hospital giving birth. They had made a C-section type incision in my lower abdomen, but I still had to push. They wanted to pump me full of drugs and I told them I had a very high tolerance for pain and didn't want any but I had an underlying doubt of my own strength.
I was spared the actual memory of the birth and the next thing I rememeber was being presented with the child who was 1) of no possible resemblance to me; and 2) not an infant, but looked about a year and a half old. After hanging out with him for a while I just decided to ask him who he was and he said he had been sent from God. I realized that I was now required to believe in God and I had mixed emotions about this.
I was in the hospital giving birth. They had made a C-section type incision in my lower abdomen, but I still had to push. They wanted to pump me full of drugs and I told them I had a very high tolerance for pain and didn't want any but I had an underlying doubt of my own strength.
I was spared the actual memory of the birth and the next thing I rememeber was being presented with the child who was 1) of no possible resemblance to me; and 2) not an infant, but looked about a year and a half old. After hanging out with him for a while I just decided to ask him who he was and he said he had been sent from God. I realized that I was now required to believe in God and I had mixed emotions about this.
posted by sparklestone at 8:52 AM
15 Comments:
Dude, that sounds like a dream I told you about last week, except I had no idea if the kid in my dream came from either of our bodies.
Is all this nail care putting you in touch with your hidden womb?
(The nail care that Miss Kate alludes to invovles a friend of mine in Nebraska. We are 'sponsoring' each other in an alcoholic anonymous kinda way in attempts to quit biting our nails. He just had his first salon manicure and I just bought my first nail care kit.)
Miss Kate, I forgot about your dream. Can you describe the kid from your yours? This kid was very blonde and pale. Angular. I remembered thinking that he didn't have a semitic gene in his body.
Not to belittle the significance of your newly discovered organ, but I really can't imagine you turning down drugs of any kind. I mean, when has that ever happened? I think you're misdirecting your analysis of this dream. It's all about the drugs man.
I always turn down pain numbing drugs. I once had a dentist beg me to let her give me novacaine. Once they wouldn't work on me until I allowed them to deaden me. Pain trumps drugs.
That's a pretty freaky dream. Are you and Miss Kate thinking about having a little sparky or little miss kate? Children are very special and they are great gifts. From God directly, I'm still grappling with that issue myself. More intelligent people like yourselves should procreate-please! My husband and I can't imagine what our lives would be like without the little man.
I think paintergirl is right -- you and miss kate must be thinking baby...go for it!
Nail biting...hmmm I just read it takes 30 days to rid yourself of a habit...what day are you on?
Have you tried mittens?
Wait, does this mean you believe YOU can have a baby, or that Miss Kate will have an immaculate conception?
The baby in my dream was also about 18 months old, but w/ darker skin and dark hair -- not curly at all tho... that was pretty much what gave it away that he didn't come from either of our bodies. But in my dream it didn't matter where he came from.
You dreamt about a boy-child too, huh?
And anyway, who says he can't be a blond-haired, pale, angular kid if he comes from us?
OK. mb and pg have convinced me. Miss Kate, let's have a baby!
And by have a baby, I mean in a semi-normal way. ie, not involving immaculate conception or me giving birth.
I've been trying for 5 minutes to reply to you, Sparklestone, but there's just no way to do it w/o embarrassing both of us. So heck yes, let's have a baby!
I hear those things take a while to come around, though. Howsabout we get a coupla fishies in the meantime? We can name them Deb and Pedro.
Which makes me post the schmaltziest of all lyrics...
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Havin' my baby
What a lovely way of sayin'
How much you love me
Havin' my baby
What a lovely way of sayin'
What you're thinkin' of me
I can see it, face is glowin'
I can see in your eyes
I'm happy you know it
[Both:]
That you're havin' my baby
[Paul:]
You're the woman I love
And I love what it's doin' to ya
[Both:]
Havin' my baby
[Paul:]
You're a woman in love
And I love what's goin' through ya
[Paul:]
The need inside you
I see it showin'
Whoa, the seed inside ya
Baby, do you feel it growin'
Are you happy you know it
That you're
[Both:]
Havin' my baby
[Odia:]
I'm a woman in love
And I love what it's doin' to me
[Both:]
Havin' my baby
[Odia:]
I'm a woman in love
And I love what's goin' through me
[Paul:]
Didn't have to keep it
Wouldn't put ya through it
You could have swept it from you life
But you wouldn't do it
No, you wouldn't do it
[Both:]
And you're havin' my baby
[Odia:]
I'm a woman in love
And I love what it's doin' to me
[Both:]
Havin' my baby
[Odia:]
I'm a woman in love
And I love what's goin' through me
[Paul:]
Havin' my baby (havin' my baby)
What a lovely way of sayin'
How much you love me
[Paul:]
Havin' my baby
(havin' my baby)
[Odia:]
I'm a woman in love
And I love what's goin' through me
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Babies make you that way....schmaltzie...light dark, blond brunette, girl parts or boy parts, it matters now...but don't percolate for 18 months Miss Kate!
Tiny Sparky or Little Miss Kate would have some mighty fine parents I think...
Rules for being allowed to have a child (according to Captain Underpants):
Step 1. Buy a plant. If you can keep a plant alive for 1 year, proceed to step 2.
Step 2. Buy a cat. If you can keep a cat alive for a year and haven't yourself died from a nasty infection picked up from a scratch the damn demonspawn cat gave you out of the blue while you were petting it, proceed to step 3.
Step 3. Buy a dog. If you can keep a dog alive for a year and are still sane and not sick to death of chasing it around picking up it's poop, proceed to step 4.
Step 4. Okay - you've proven yourself worthy. Go ahead and procrate. There's nothing we can do to stop you. Please, keep in mind that you'll be wiping fresh nasty child-poo for the next few years. Plus the aforementioned dog poo and cat mess. Basically, you're gonna have a zoo. But if that's what you want. I guess.
Captain Underpants -- your comment was the very best of all!
Children are indeed a blessing from God - an enternal gift we can have forever. We have 9 children on earth, and 5 waiting for us in heaven, with the most recent loss being our 16 year old son. God told us to be fruitful and multiply, and I am so thankful for the gifts God has entrusted me with.
Loni
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