I have vivid and unusual dreams, when I remember them. Often, they play out like movies. If dreams can tell us anything about ourselves, then this dream journal should tell a lot about me! (Let's hope it doesn't just say I'm a crazy lady.)

Wednesday, 1 February 2006

Unborn Baby Boy Visits

I had a dream about a baby last night.

I can't remember most of the dream very clearly, just that I was doing a lot of different things in it, and whenever I went back into my room, there was a REALLY tiny baby sleeping, just laying on top of the covers. It was dressed all in blue and it was really tiny - premie tiny. In my head I would think, "Oh, that must be Jenn's baby (my younger sister)," and I would let it sleep. But again, every time I went back into my room, the baby was still there.

Finally, I started to worry, because it was so small, that something might be wrong. So I went over and picked the baby up. He opened his eyes and kind of blinked over and over in that squinty, sleepy-eyed newborn way and I immediately felt so full of love for this tiny little baby, and I knew he was mine. His arms weren't any bigger than my fingers, and his body would have fit in the palm of my hand. He still had a wet umbilical cord attached to his belly. Then I woke up.

Now, this might sound typical for a pregnant woman to dream, but although I have had some very weird dreams during my pregnancies, I NEVER had one that so vividly included a baby in it (I had one about a monkey once though). It just really stuck in my head after I woke.

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