Freudian Slip

I never been much of a Freud fan and have believed that most of his psychoanalytic theory is a crap shoot, much like Willie's prognosis. After the strange dream I had the other night, I've decided to give dream analysis a second. [Dream sequence follows.]

Brandon and I are staying at a random bed and breakfast that is quite odd. The odd thing is the beds at this b&b are all in the living area of the inn. So, right there in the living room are three beds, in which Brandon and I are in one and there are two other couples (I don't know these people) in the other two beds. The inn keeper is bringing us breakfast in bed and I find myself in the bed pumping (or expressing, as Allyson prefers so she doesn't sound like a cow being milked) breast milk. It turns out the breast milk is for Willie as a form of treatment for his brain tumor.

So, of course this is when I wake up because pumping breast milk for a dog is disturbing enough to wake most people from their sleep. I got to thinking about it and decided that maybe Freud was on to something. I've been so consumed with meeting all of Willie's needs and caring for him with all I have to give that maybe my maternal instincts are kicking in. No, I'm not saying that I'm going to breast feed my dog, or that I plan on having kids anytime soon...but it does help me come to the realization that maybe I am a better caregiver than I've given myself credit for.

Brandon and I had talked when we first got married about how we weren't ready to have children and decided that Willie would mark our time line to start a family. We agreed that when Willie dies we would re-evaluate the "when are y'all gonna have children" question. We thought for sure we would have another good 4-5 years left with Willie, then the diagnosis and now this dream...what is the world coming to???