The first of many dreams to come
"This past weekend I had my first baby delivery dream. I guess it's because a close friend of mine is going to deliver a baby boy any day now, and we were talking all about what delivery might be like on Friday.
In the dream I'm alone in my old bed at my mom's house. Ross, for some reason is sleeping in the living room downstairs.
The baby is half-way out, and there is no pain (total dream), I just push and push on my own.
I realize I'm going to need some help soon, so I call for my mom, 'MOOOOOOMMMMMMM!' just like when I needed a glass of water when I was a kid.
She arrives, smoking (which my mother has never done -- seriously).
Out comes the baby -- silent. Mom runs to the bathroom to get a towel to clean up both of us (it's a bit messy, even in this painless dream) and I jostle the baby a little to make sure it's alive.
She (it's a girl) starts to cry, mouth wide open, and full of these metal post-like things for where her teeth are going to be. They're all crooked and spaced badly. Those who really know me, know that teeth are a HUGE thing for me. This is when you might say my dream turns to a nightmare.
I get a little worked up over the metal posts, but gaze lovingly at my little girl. She then takes my mothers cigarette and starts to smoke. This is too much for me and I wake up with a start, a little panicked, but relieved it was only a dream."
--Clare, 8/8/05
In the dream I'm alone in my old bed at my mom's house. Ross, for some reason is sleeping in the living room downstairs.
The baby is half-way out, and there is no pain (total dream), I just push and push on my own.
I realize I'm going to need some help soon, so I call for my mom, 'MOOOOOOMMMMMMM!' just like when I needed a glass of water when I was a kid.
She arrives, smoking (which my mother has never done -- seriously).
Out comes the baby -- silent. Mom runs to the bathroom to get a towel to clean up both of us (it's a bit messy, even in this painless dream) and I jostle the baby a little to make sure it's alive.
She (it's a girl) starts to cry, mouth wide open, and full of these metal post-like things for where her teeth are going to be. They're all crooked and spaced badly. Those who really know me, know that teeth are a HUGE thing for me. This is when you might say my dream turns to a nightmare.
I get a little worked up over the metal posts, but gaze lovingly at my little girl. She then takes my mothers cigarette and starts to smoke. This is too much for me and I wake up with a start, a little panicked, but relieved it was only a dream."
--Clare, 8/8/05
posted by RB at 12:26 AM
2 Comments:
This is such a Clare dream! I can't believe you're dreaming about your baby's teeth, now. Actually, I can believe it, because it makes perfect sense!
Claire : teeth :: Annie : smell ?
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