I have been having some weird dreams lately. Well weirder than usual. Work colleagues, Twitter friends and people from my childhood have all been featuring. I am wondering if I should start analysing these dreams or if it would be better to just speculate. Speculation seems like so much more fun.

So here is my dream decoder:

Catching the train home and getting off at Mooroolbark station with current colleagues and then going and making gourmet pizza at the local pizza bar. Obviously this means I like pizza. Perhaps I think my colleagues would be better suited as pizza chefs rather than visual merchandisers. Perhaps I have recently had a dodgy pizza and the toppings were not centered. Perhaps I need to have a pizza. Perhaps I need to move back to Melbourne… But I will not be living in Mooroolbark! (actually I have a desire to live in Murrumbeena so I can sing

Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Murrumbeena goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah)

Next dream… I have an 8 month old baby but he lives with my ex who only allows me access every second weekend and Friday evenings (oh that sounds familiar!) and when I complain that the baby (who is not named) needs breastmilk and I point out to my ex that he cannot afford formula, and that I don’t want a drop of formula going near my baby’s digestive system he tells me that it is ok because he is feeding the baby tuna.

This is easy to interpret. Obviously I need to stop campaigning against advertising for breastmilk substitutes and start targeting canned fish manufacturers. Will make sure I let my ABA colleagues know that it is ex husbands supporting feeding of tuna to infants instead of breastmilk that needs to be targeted!

I am naked and there are ten men surrounding me all looking like a combination of Hugh Grant, Colin Firth and Orlando Bloom… Actually I haven’t had that dream but if it came tonight I wouldn’t complain and would probably just assume it meant that at least one of them was coming after me

Tags: breastfeeding, dreams, pizza

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