First trimester sleep

I had forgotten about first-trimester sleep; that deep, fertile babymaking sleep where you sink down into the dark and it's so far to awake. I slept like that from about 9 pm to 1:30 am, at which point something hormonal happened and I woke up nauseous, with a headache, and massive, tender, hot breasts. Maybe we were getting through the gestational sac; who knows.

Down in that dark I found the real Lyria. Oh, she's been around now and then but not often in full force, and it was strange to touch her like that in a dream. Bright and flighty, both. Being multiple can sometimes cut you off from dreams, and sometimes you walk through everyone's, feeling them having the dream, feeling them monitoring our body. Usually I sleep shallowly, but not last night.

This morning I do feel rather sick to my stomach. I should catch up on the mundane but it's the quality of the sleep that stays with me this morning, as if I could walk down through the collective unconscious forever.

Shandra