Dream Log: 1
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Last night I had a dream where I had a baby. A baby boy. I can’t, of course, remember what he looked like, but I do remember him being very cute. Very small, and cuddly.
So one of the first things I remember doing was wanting to nurse my baby. In the ‘real world’, I’m very adamant about not having kids. Ever. Period. UNLESS, I adopt them. My dream is to adopt a couple baby girls from China or Vietnam someday. That’s what I want more than anything else. Although I wouldn’t mind being a surrogate mother. Just to have the experience of pregnancy and stuff.
Anyway, so I remember trying to nurse my new baby and I remember pulling out the breast and trying to make him suckle and at first he didn’t seem to know how, but before long I guess he got it, because we did it a few more times. Another vivid part of the dream was whatever was coming out of my breast was orange. Like baby food orange..Although he didn’t seem to have trouble with it, so I guess it was all good.
I recall cuddling and nursing my baby a few more times, but as soon as his father showed up, the baby didn’t want anything to do with me. He wanted daddy time. Which of course made me a little jealous. I didn’t understand why after all our bonding and nursing time, that he would want to go with his father so much.
The next thing I remember is walking with my now 15, 16 year old son somewhere. And he wanting to go with his father on some boat or something and I told him no. He could wait until he was 18. Then we headed somewhere else and a friend I hadn’t seen in a while was there, and we talked. She seemed surprised I had a child and that I didn’t look too old.
I woke up really missing my dream child. Usually when I have dreams about babies, I’m usually freaked out or something, but this, aside from the father envy thing, was kind of nice. Does that happen to anyone else? I mean, for the time that they last the love one feels towards their dream family or lover or something is just as real as any other relationship right? ♥