LittlePerson
October 7th, 2005, 07:18 AM
I can't really remember sequence, just details.
I was in a strange house. It was cold. Snow that was iced over lay in heaps against the inside walls of the house in several rooms.
I was breastfeeding a baby (went outside to do it) who wasn't my own. (I haven't had one in real life but the sensation felt so real I could've sworn I'd done it before in r.l.)
I remember thinking that it was soo hungry. I had a bottle in my hand too and instead of giving it the bottle I gave it my breast first, then some of the bottle.
After, when someone had asked me if I'd fed the baby I said yes and told the truth of what I'd done. I felt ashamed. I also know that it felt strange that I was producing milk when the child wasn't my own. I felt bad because I didn't want a bond to happen between me and the babe but for him or her and the real mother. But I don't know who the real mother was, I just got the feeling that it was my aunt in real life.
My aunt in real life has always been a fertile woman producing five children in her life and now has reached an age where I believe she cannot anymore and I do know I have always felt somewhat of a disdain for her production of many children whom she had to extra jobs to support on her own. I always thought she should stop or try to stop having kids. So that's the scoop on her in case your wondering.
I know that somehow I was stuck in that house. I recall eating some kind of small bowl of what looked like ginsing or nuts, something like that with a kind of sauce on it. I remember we lost the baby, just couldn't find it. A man, a very large man was walking around looking for it. He looked familiar but I didn't place him. I kept thinking of the baby needing to be held and warmed for all the ice and snow in the house. I looked for it in the little cup among the pieces of food as if it too were only an inch or half an inch big. I was afraid I would miss it and eat it. I know that part is really wierd.
I remember getting up looking for the baby and looking for a way out without being noticed. The snow was melting for I could see the ice on top was wet. I opened doors and left them open to circulate air through so it would all melt faster. I got to a large room.
There, one of my coworkers whom I recognized though I don't know her well enough in real life to think she should be in my subconscience was there walking up behind me talking about going out for a "smoke". I looked around spotting windows.
That's when my alarm clock went off.
There's one detail though that got left out. Somewhere in here don't know exactly when but I was so panicked at the thought of that baby lying cold somewhere that I was telling someone in the dream about the baby from the movie "Cold Mountain" (which I saw last weekend) lying on the cold ground, the mother unable to go to it to hold it and comfort it. I was waving my hands around frantically trying to explain how it wasn't good for the baby to be lying around in all the snow in the house.
Just thought I'd point that out, since that's the only part that did make any sense since I recognized the connection to the movie.
Any thoughts on what it all might mean?
I was in a strange house. It was cold. Snow that was iced over lay in heaps against the inside walls of the house in several rooms.
I was breastfeeding a baby (went outside to do it) who wasn't my own. (I haven't had one in real life but the sensation felt so real I could've sworn I'd done it before in r.l.)
I remember thinking that it was soo hungry. I had a bottle in my hand too and instead of giving it the bottle I gave it my breast first, then some of the bottle.
After, when someone had asked me if I'd fed the baby I said yes and told the truth of what I'd done. I felt ashamed. I also know that it felt strange that I was producing milk when the child wasn't my own. I felt bad because I didn't want a bond to happen between me and the babe but for him or her and the real mother. But I don't know who the real mother was, I just got the feeling that it was my aunt in real life.
My aunt in real life has always been a fertile woman producing five children in her life and now has reached an age where I believe she cannot anymore and I do know I have always felt somewhat of a disdain for her production of many children whom she had to extra jobs to support on her own. I always thought she should stop or try to stop having kids. So that's the scoop on her in case your wondering.
I know that somehow I was stuck in that house. I recall eating some kind of small bowl of what looked like ginsing or nuts, something like that with a kind of sauce on it. I remember we lost the baby, just couldn't find it. A man, a very large man was walking around looking for it. He looked familiar but I didn't place him. I kept thinking of the baby needing to be held and warmed for all the ice and snow in the house. I looked for it in the little cup among the pieces of food as if it too were only an inch or half an inch big. I was afraid I would miss it and eat it. I know that part is really wierd.
I remember getting up looking for the baby and looking for a way out without being noticed. The snow was melting for I could see the ice on top was wet. I opened doors and left them open to circulate air through so it would all melt faster. I got to a large room.
There, one of my coworkers whom I recognized though I don't know her well enough in real life to think she should be in my subconscience was there walking up behind me talking about going out for a "smoke". I looked around spotting windows.
That's when my alarm clock went off.
There's one detail though that got left out. Somewhere in here don't know exactly when but I was so panicked at the thought of that baby lying cold somewhere that I was telling someone in the dream about the baby from the movie "Cold Mountain" (which I saw last weekend) lying on the cold ground, the mother unable to go to it to hold it and comfort it. I was waving my hands around frantically trying to explain how it wasn't good for the baby to be lying around in all the snow in the house.
Just thought I'd point that out, since that's the only part that did make any sense since I recognized the connection to the movie.
Any thoughts on what it all might mean?