It’s only going to get colder, Catherine, so bundle up and don’t whine.
Last night I had an interesting dream. Most of my dreams are often stressy, but this one had that prophetic feel that my dreams occasionally have, like I’m trying to tell myself something in symbols. No, I’m not a mystic or a believer in dream interpretation. And yet, sometimes, there are these dreams where I feel like I’m choosing an awkward way to tell myself something.
A few years ago, for example, I dreamed I was a small dog, and I lived with my family of origin in a post-apocalyptic world. My mother sat on a rock and watched the grayness of the landscape and decided she would stay there. And as the dog, I worked very hard at getting her to follow me, but she would not. I think I understand that dream.
This one? Well, here we go. Last night, I dreamed that my friend Lisa was pregnant. Now, Lisa and Dan have no interest in having children, but in this dream, Lisa, whose father has died recently, told me that she wanted to have a child, that she saw the importance of love across generations now. I was accepting of this and supportive, and I thought that the best way to support Lisa would be to have my own child, but I was worried that since I was 48, that was an incredibly bad idea, and I wondered why no one was worried about Lisa having a baby at 45. This was a non-issue in the dream, at any rate.
I woke up, and the dream stays with me still today, rather than disappearing in the process of eating breakfast, cleaning up, and going to work. I find myself thinking that I know Lisa’s life has changed, and she has much going on, and she is involved in a transformation, and perhaps that is the significant part of the dream, and I want to help, but the way things are now, all I can do is wish for that, because the circumstances allow for nothing else at the moment.
Which means that my heart is in the right place, and I can see what’s going on. But why babies? And why now, a couple of months after Lisa’s dad is gone? It certainly is not a desire on my part to have children! I love children, but I’m good.
What I think is that sometimes your brain reminds you of what you feel is important, whether you can act on it or not.