To sleep, perchance to dream: My first blog

Well, we've gone past the 3 month point with our beautiful son Oscar AND there is still no signs of his night feeding/sleeping patterns returning to anything like reasonable hours. Last night I think he awoke 3 times for a feed, I don't know it's kind of hard to count when you're half asleep and trying not to wake yourself up too much so that you can dive straight back to sleep without thinking of work or anything. Anyway, last night I actually had a dream that I remembered after I woke up; I was in someone else's house spying on a group of unidentified people with the help of a tiny girl in a matchbox car. She was living life with the fastforward button on and because of that she was talking too fast and all communication was lost on me. She kept trying to tell me something with words and pictures that was really important but for the life of me I cannot remember what. What would Freud make of it? Very random, but with Oscar sleeping in our bedroom for the last three months it was the first time I've done that (remembered a dream) for a long time.