I've been dreaming of Rizo. I've had two very odd dreams, BOTH with my old friend Mr. Smith (old as in I've know him for 15 years...he's my age).
I can't remember a lot of details. Although maybe once I start talking about them I will...
The one thing I remember about the first one is that Mr. Smith was holding me and rocking me back and forth. I wasn't upset though. Supposedly I was far along in my pregnancy, but I was only as 'big' as I am now. I think we where underground. Very low ceiling anyway, tunnel like. He told me it was a boy as he rubbed my stomach. I felt very safe.
In the second dream I was in labour (I have been reading birthing books before bed!). again I was not showing, but I was full term. I was mildly confused as to why my stomach was so flat, but I wasn't *worried*. things are fuzzy as to where Mr. S fits in, but he was there. all I remember was the labour slowing down, and this being upsetting. things where starting to get frantic, and we (who??) where on St. Clair, waiting for a streetcar?? somewhere between Oakwood and Bathurst. I woke up feeling scared.