I know nobody should ever post their dreams to their blog, because nobody cares, but this is too good to pass up. Anyone armchair dream analyzers out there, have at it.
I've been having a lot of dreams recently in which I have a baby. This isn't all that surprising, I guess, given the whole almost-27-bio-clock thing. Interestingly, none of the dreams have been about actual pregnancy or adoption or childbirth, or even particularly about taking care of a baby--they've just been dreams about other things in which I happen to have a kid. Fair enough. Last night, though, I dreamed that I was in London, living, apparently, and I had a small child. Maybe in the five or six months old range? Not a tiny infant, but dependant, breast-feeding, not walking, etc. And some friends, headed up by my Portland roomie E., whom I haven't seen or heard from in forever, said that they were taking a day trip to Barcelona and did I want to go. They explained that somebody in their group had to work the next day, so they'd be driving there (five hours), hanging out, then coming back late. (And yes, I know it is more than five hours from London to Barcelona, but apparently my subconcious has a shitty sense of geography.) They also said that another friend of their's could watch my kid in some apartment. I said sure, the baby disappeared, and we were on our way. Then in the next sort of dream-frame, I was like, "Wait, where's my kid?" and they told me the kid was with whomever it was with. And I, shocked, said, "I can't leave my baby with a stranger!" as if I hadn't given consent just minutes prior. And I made them take me to the apartment where the baby was. And she was fine, the stranger having turned out to be my cousin Jenny, but the apartment was very, very crowded with people and furniture, and everyone was smoking. So I took the baby into a back room, the "dog room," which was dirty and filled with dogs, but nobody was smoking there. I was trying to nurse the baby there when my father came in and started blowing smoke in its face. Which is weird, since he stopped smoking like ten years ago.
Then I woke up and recommitted myself to not having kids.
Comments (2)
I don't know much about dream analysis, but that's a pretty weird dream. Also strangely coherent. Often mine go in weird directions that make no sense at all. I had a dream a few weeks ago that I had to adopt Brad and Angelina's baby. If I do, do you want it? For your trip to London/Barcelona?
Posted by J | July 11, 2006 12:37 PM
You know the theory where you are everyone in your dream? Well if that's true, then this has nothing to do with you parenting a baby and everything to do with nurturing yourself. Baby: the vulnerable, needy part of you that you continue to ignore and then try to haphazardly look after E: perhaps the spontaneous youth you used to be and you're grappling with not being (after that trip home...?) etc and so on and so forth
Posted by Trudi | July 13, 2006 4:50 AM