Ok, now I am officially disturbed.
Three baby dreams in as many weeks is definitely enough to have me perturbed to say the least, especially considering my real-life deep-seated antipathy towards all snot-nosed little brats under the age of 21 (oh alright then, 25).
And yet, last night I dreamt I was on the tram in Prague, and a mother got out leaving her baby in a pram on board. At a bit of a loss as to what to do, I took the kid (a baby girl about 1 year old) home and gave her some Milka chocolate while I considered how to best return her to the bosom of her (admittedly somewhat negligent to leave her on a tram in the first place) family. Unfortunately I didn’t know any of the telephone numbers for the local Czech police / Public Transport / Lost Property Offices etc, so in the end decided to wait until I saw some appeals on Czech news (which in real life I would never watch, let alone understand) for the return of the missing infant and call in then, in the meantime looking after the kid myself. In the event the baby (who, for want of a better name, I temporarily christened “Heather”) turned out of be a true bundle of cuddly, well-behaved loveliness, who never cried, smiled and laughed at all my attempts to entertain her, mercifully never took a shit, and – despite her tender years – even spoke in bursts of English every now and then too. All it took was 48 odd hours in my care for me to become well and truly attached, only then to randomly bump into her (conveniently also English-speaking) mum outside my flat while taking the baby out for a stroll. Of course it was only the right thing to do to hand the baby (whose real name, I found out, was – unsurprisingly – little Klarko) back to her rightful owner, but to my own surprise actually found myself terribly sad to do so, and that my life suddenly felt empty and meaningless in a way I hadn’t even been aware of before…
Before going straight secretly off the Pill in a reckless bid at real-life motherhood, however, I decided to do a bit of internet research on the subject first to see if I could come up with any alternative explanations for my sudden and uncharacteristic burst of maternity-based dreams. Below follows a selection of online interpretations of baby-related dreams:
My own personal interpretation is that the babies in each of my recent dreams represent a feeling of completeness, which corresponds to a persistent nagging feeling in my waking life that something is missing at the moment in my life – definitely not a baby (in real life I am no more broody than I was before), but more a broader sense of direction, permanence and security, which are all unsurprisingly hard to foster when one is living a single life abroad (the alienation and disorientation of which is a notable feature of the dream as well).
Don’t get me wrong - I absolutely love my Prague life and don’t regret a thing in moving out here, but four years on and in all honesty it’s not all living the expat dream these days either, especially not when you have a boyfriend inconveniently located in another country, family all a thousand odd miles away, and friends who seem to arrive then promptly leave again with depressing regularity... I don’t want a baby and all going to plan hopefully never will, but it would be nice to feel that someone out here was truly on my side and that I didn’t always have to stand so firmly on my own two feet in a foreign land – basically to feel that sense of “completeness” which at the moment I only ever get for an hour or two’s Skype chat at the end of the day, and the odd weekend now and then when the other half comes out to visit.
So in short, baby = David….????????????????????????????
Three baby dreams in as many weeks is definitely enough to have me perturbed to say the least, especially considering my real-life deep-seated antipathy towards all snot-nosed little brats under the age of 21 (oh alright then, 25).
And yet, last night I dreamt I was on the tram in Prague, and a mother got out leaving her baby in a pram on board. At a bit of a loss as to what to do, I took the kid (a baby girl about 1 year old) home and gave her some Milka chocolate while I considered how to best return her to the bosom of her (admittedly somewhat negligent to leave her on a tram in the first place) family. Unfortunately I didn’t know any of the telephone numbers for the local Czech police / Public Transport / Lost Property Offices etc, so in the end decided to wait until I saw some appeals on Czech news (which in real life I would never watch, let alone understand) for the return of the missing infant and call in then, in the meantime looking after the kid myself. In the event the baby (who, for want of a better name, I temporarily christened “Heather”) turned out of be a true bundle of cuddly, well-behaved loveliness, who never cried, smiled and laughed at all my attempts to entertain her, mercifully never took a shit, and – despite her tender years – even spoke in bursts of English every now and then too. All it took was 48 odd hours in my care for me to become well and truly attached, only then to randomly bump into her (conveniently also English-speaking) mum outside my flat while taking the baby out for a stroll. Of course it was only the right thing to do to hand the baby (whose real name, I found out, was – unsurprisingly – little Klarko) back to her rightful owner, but to my own surprise actually found myself terribly sad to do so, and that my life suddenly felt empty and meaningless in a way I hadn’t even been aware of before…
Before going straight secretly off the Pill in a reckless bid at real-life motherhood, however, I decided to do a bit of internet research on the subject first to see if I could come up with any alternative explanations for my sudden and uncharacteristic burst of maternity-based dreams. Below follows a selection of online interpretations of baby-related dreams:
Dreaming of babies can mean you could benefit from paying more attention to your own needs, or are taking on too much responsibility. Also it could show the vulnerable part of yourself that has to be protected, or perhaps you are inwardly nurturing some new ideas or feelings.
Dreaming of a baby in your dream means innocence, warmth and new beginnings. Alternatively, it represents your unfulfilled goals and a sense of lacking in your life, or is indicative of a vulnerable part of yourself that is deprived of attention and needs nurturing. Dreams about babies may also symbolize your helplessness and your fears of letting others become aware of your own vulnerabilities.
Baby Dreams = A new event, happening, beginning for the subject of the dream. Wish fulfillment. Fills one's sense of lacking or incompleteness.
My own personal interpretation is that the babies in each of my recent dreams represent a feeling of completeness, which corresponds to a persistent nagging feeling in my waking life that something is missing at the moment in my life – definitely not a baby (in real life I am no more broody than I was before), but more a broader sense of direction, permanence and security, which are all unsurprisingly hard to foster when one is living a single life abroad (the alienation and disorientation of which is a notable feature of the dream as well).
Don’t get me wrong - I absolutely love my Prague life and don’t regret a thing in moving out here, but four years on and in all honesty it’s not all living the expat dream these days either, especially not when you have a boyfriend inconveniently located in another country, family all a thousand odd miles away, and friends who seem to arrive then promptly leave again with depressing regularity... I don’t want a baby and all going to plan hopefully never will, but it would be nice to feel that someone out here was truly on my side and that I didn’t always have to stand so firmly on my own two feet in a foreign land – basically to feel that sense of “completeness” which at the moment I only ever get for an hour or two’s Skype chat at the end of the day, and the odd weekend now and then when the other half comes out to visit.
So in short, baby = David….????????????????????????????
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