Dream Post #1
15 May 2010 2 Comments
“dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane, every night of our lives.” -william dement
last night, i had a dream about hatching eggs. this is a new dream theme for me; i usually dream of scattered things that i can’t remember in the morning.
but, last night, i dreamt that i found all these tiny, beautiful eggs buried in damp beach sand, between two large boulders. and, as i watched them, i saw that the chicks inside were trying to hatch, but couldn’t. for some reason, my dreams work mysteriously, and answer my questions before i ask them. so i knew, without a doubt, that the chicks could not hatch because they were too cold.
and here is the strange thing. as soon as i realized they were too cold, i could not stand to leave them. it was like their pitiful attempts were breaking my heart a thousand ways. so i but my hands around the eggshells till they were warm enough to hatch.
when i woke up, i was struck by the weirdness of the situation and my solution to the problem (which would, of course, never work in reality). so, i hopped onto my neighbor’s wifi signal and googled my dream.
the dream dictionary told me that hatching means delayed success, but this is not what i think my dream signifies. so, i’m going to tell you a secret. i think my dream means i want a baby. or rather, that is certainly what it felt like when i woke up. i opened my eyes and my hands were on my stomach and i was thinking “this is no morning to feel this empty.”
and now, as i go through my day, i keep thinking that and i keep remembering how sad i was when i thought those baby birds were going to die. its like suddenly my internal maternal instinct dial has been turned up to high. i mean, i baked cookies today, for pete’s sake!
and then, i remind myself that i am only 15. and that teen pregnancy is not good. and that i have my whole life ahead of me to have children. and that someday, i am sure, i will.
Jun 06, 2010 @ 13:42:20
Hi Sunshine! (My Dad used to say that every morning when I’d drag my teenage self out of bed and wander into the kitchen looking for food. I hated it at the time! LOL!)
Nice to read your blog thoughts! I’m visiting you from Scott the photographer’s site…I’ll stop by and visit you again!
Jun 06, 2010 @ 19:20:37
Hello there! Thanks for visiting!