Dream record
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smokingbootA strange and very vivid dream I must record for myself. It feels important.
I was wandering through a city, people with Halloween masks everywhere. I had my bag and a case. I sat down for a moment to watch the people pass by, then I got up and wandered on. Suddenly I found I had left my bag behind and I had to go to a few places in order to find it. My mother was at one of these places and she helped.
Then I was looking after a baby. Its skin was just a bit dry so I applied a bit of medicinal cream. It looked at me and said, 'Mummy.' I stared at it. The baby was very little, a few months old, far too young to speak, but if I was its mother, well, fair enough. But it didn't stop there. It just grew and grew at the most rapid rate, chattering like a little starling. I watched with awe as I saw the baby's face develop cute little freckles, and the baby grew swiftly into a long legged little girl, white blonde hair in a page boy cut around its face, slightly pink and very freckled from the sun. Her eyes were very pale, a kind of elven blue-white, astonishing irises. She was the image of myself in toddlerdom in all else but that. Then I remembered my mother telling me that my eyes stayed blue after babyhood for so long, everyone thought they were going to stay that way. They changed to hazel very late. The other difference between me and the little girl was the fact that she spoke so early and so much (yes, I speak plenty now, but my first word was at age 4), and she learned at a prodigious astonishing rate. As I describe her, she sounds like a Midwich cuckoo, but in fact she was a warm, delightful being. There were people around me. It was very kind and friendly.
What on earth does this mean?
I suppose it could indicate a sublimated desire for motherhood, but if so, the desire is so deeply lost I just don't feel it at all, no matter how deep I dig into my mind and heart. And in all the dream, there was no sense of 'A baby, aww!' She was the point, not her baby-ness. Doesn't seem to be how the boot works. The whole dream happens at Halloween, I wander, lose my belongings and find them again, and there's the baby and there is no sense of anything sinister. Oh yes, and at some point I am creating advertising copy for a Yugoslavian (Hungarian?) bridal company campaign - I've only just remembered this, it's right at the end of the dream. Maybe this is pointing me back to my creative projects. After all, it is time to start again, and I know what needs working on. But that really is too private to talk about right now.
And last night? More friends, more fun, a great evening. Now my love is in Switzerland. Feh.
I was wandering through a city, people with Halloween masks everywhere. I had my bag and a case. I sat down for a moment to watch the people pass by, then I got up and wandered on. Suddenly I found I had left my bag behind and I had to go to a few places in order to find it. My mother was at one of these places and she helped.
Then I was looking after a baby. Its skin was just a bit dry so I applied a bit of medicinal cream. It looked at me and said, 'Mummy.' I stared at it. The baby was very little, a few months old, far too young to speak, but if I was its mother, well, fair enough. But it didn't stop there. It just grew and grew at the most rapid rate, chattering like a little starling. I watched with awe as I saw the baby's face develop cute little freckles, and the baby grew swiftly into a long legged little girl, white blonde hair in a page boy cut around its face, slightly pink and very freckled from the sun. Her eyes were very pale, a kind of elven blue-white, astonishing irises. She was the image of myself in toddlerdom in all else but that. Then I remembered my mother telling me that my eyes stayed blue after babyhood for so long, everyone thought they were going to stay that way. They changed to hazel very late. The other difference between me and the little girl was the fact that she spoke so early and so much (yes, I speak plenty now, but my first word was at age 4), and she learned at a prodigious astonishing rate. As I describe her, she sounds like a Midwich cuckoo, but in fact she was a warm, delightful being. There were people around me. It was very kind and friendly.
What on earth does this mean?
I suppose it could indicate a sublimated desire for motherhood, but if so, the desire is so deeply lost I just don't feel it at all, no matter how deep I dig into my mind and heart. And in all the dream, there was no sense of 'A baby, aww!' She was the point, not her baby-ness. Doesn't seem to be how the boot works. The whole dream happens at Halloween, I wander, lose my belongings and find them again, and there's the baby and there is no sense of anything sinister. Oh yes, and at some point I am creating advertising copy for a Yugoslavian (Hungarian?) bridal company campaign - I've only just remembered this, it's right at the end of the dream. Maybe this is pointing me back to my creative projects. After all, it is time to start again, and I know what needs working on. But that really is too private to talk about right now.
And last night? More friends, more fun, a great evening. Now my love is in Switzerland. Feh.
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Date: 2004-10-26 01:05 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-10-26 02:30 pm (UTC)More than likely
Date: 2004-10-26 03:15 pm (UTC)Or you dont know what it means but could use it as motivation for 'ThatWhichNeedsDoingButIsTooPrivateToTalkAboutRightNow'.
So do we get to meet each other through evilwillow when I come over there?
Re: More than likely
Date: 2004-10-26 03:25 pm (UTC)I promise to keep the baby in the handbag and speak incessant hungarian at you!