My life has become wonderful. Everything I always hoped it would be. I have the doting husband, my own home, and I’m a stay-at-home mom to the sweetest little baby the world may have ever produced!
The weird thing is that since all these things have fallen into place, I’ve been having nightmares.
I’m not usually that prone to them but for the last few months I’ve been having bad dreams just about every night. And they rarely have to do with anything happening to the baby so I don’t think it’s anxiety over protecting him. I began to theorize that maybe maya has to maintain a particular balance of happy and sad within one’s life and so to balance out the happy in my waking life, my dreaming life takes on the sad.
A good theory until I mentioned it to Brad and he said that he is also deliriously happy with his life but is not having bad dreams.
Hmmm. It may go back to our basic natures. He tends to be someone who trusts in good and expects everything to work out. I, on the other hand, am a worrier who never expected to be happy or to get what I wanted from life.