Dreams Shattered.

Ever have a dream that you've had for so long it's just part of your conciousness?

Mine was just shattered. Since I was 15 or so I have wanted a particular building in a the town I grew up in. I have told everyone about it - or so I thought - it seems mum didn't know. Anyway. The place went up for sale, and was sold yesterday. YESTERDAY~

What makes it hurt more is that it was affordable. To an extent - needed lots of work. But I have wanted it so much.... and now it has gone. I doubt it will be on the market again - at least for probably 10 - 20 years...

I think I could cry. This has been my dream property and just when I think we could afford something (with the bonus from the gov etc)... argh. I think I *will* cry.

This is it.

Birthing Dreams

It would be no surprise to some of my readers (all 4 of you!) that I sometimes have very vivid birthing dreams. Well, I had another one the other night and it was the most beautiful dream.

I thought I would share it with you.

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We are in the car, overseas somewhere because we are driving on the wrong side of the road. It is a freeway, but as I look out the window there is no traffic on the left side of the road coming towards us. The right side of the road was packed however and traffic was moving very slowly. Horns were blowing, people were cursing and there was anger floating like smog over our heads. I looked down the road and saw there was a lady walking towards us down the center of the freeway.

I got out of the car and walked towards her. She was a beautiful indian lady dressed in a sari of earthy tones. She would have been about 30, however she had grooves and wrinkles and lines across her face from the life she'd already walked. She'd had a hard life - she was beautiful, full of character and experience. We came face to face and I asked her what the trouble was. She said she did not know. I watched her face grimace. You are in labour, I told her. She reached for me with the next contraction and we knelt down on the ground together. We sat their silently. The traffic was still banked up and there was still abuse streaming around us. Her contractions were coming so thick and fast, but she barely made a sound.

Suddenly she looked into my eyes - deeply with her beautiful black pools and we were connected, and we were locked together. She reached for my hands and our fingers interlocked. She was kneeling up high, and pulling on my hands. I was pulling back to give her counter-action. Suddenly her sari stared moving. I reached down and felt under her robe and found the baby had been birthed. I grabbed the woman's hands and helped her lift up her baby. A chortling gurgle came from the child as it was place against her mother. You have a baby girl, I said. She looked at her daughter and the air suddenly felt clear. The traffic started moving, the sun came out and the little girl nuzzled for her mother's breast.

She looked at me and said thank you before using my shoulder as a balance to stand. She bowed her head in thanks and slowly walked down the road with her baby.

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So that was it. I woke up here, or at least cannot remember any more.

Does anyone care to decipher it for me? I have my own theories on it, which I will share in another post - but I want to hear if anyone else can read into this beautiful magical dream

Baby, you're dreaming.

I had a baby dream last night. Baby dreams are always so vivid to me. This one though. This one was REAL. I could feel it Real. Wishful thinking I guess.

I was in a public space. Not sure where. I was wearing soft flowing clothes. I was pregnant. And I was in labour. There were people around who did not believe I was in labour though and I just went along doing my thing. I had a few painless contractions and I felt my baby drop. My baby was coming soon. A few more contractions and I felt down between my legs and could feel the head. I started breathing through my contractions. I breathed my baby down and just let my body do the work. The head came through and I remember taking time to just sit and relax. Then a contraction came and WHOOSH...... the body came down and I lifted the baby onto my chest. It was a girl. And she was Big. I don't know the size but she was big in my arms, and had a very moon-like face. She just looked at me. Her name was hers before she was born, and it was very much her after she was born. I held her, and she snuggled in under my chin.

The birth was exceptionally BORING. Just plain and simple and "nothing to write home about" (am sure that phrase was said in my dream...)

I can't remember the rest of the details. I know there was lots more. But they are the bits that stood out.

Dreaming!

I had a VERY vivid dream last night. Very. Very very.

I was pregnant and I was out. I believe Ally had to have had Tara with him. I was with friends. General women friends. We were at a restaurant and I was mulling around in all my full-term-glory.

After what I felt as "pressure" in the dream... I had a baby. A tiny newborn, naked against my chest. Whispy strawberry blond thick hair. I knew I had just given birth. It was a girl. She was brought to my chest and I just smelled her. Nestled her. A no fuss, easy going labour.

In the restaurant people were offended by the babe's nakedness. We were wrapped in a hospital blanket. The white waffle weave ones. It was toasty warm from the heaters.

People kept asking me about the birth. "It was fine. It was easy. It must have been so, I have forgotten it already. It was beautiful" These were responses. But the main one I kept repeating was that it was so good, it's a blur, it's forgotten.

I walked outside onto the front porch, and I was back home in the house I grew up in. Across the road at the shop (though perspective is off in the dream and I would have had to have been on the outside path of the pub!), a lady was across the street - someone from Ally's work who is newly pregnant).... she called out... "What did you have!" "A girl!" "wonderful!" as she jumped into the car.

Everyone kept asking what we called her. She was called the name we have picked. Very vividly I kept repeating her name. Over and over. We had our little girl.

Ally came up with Tara, and they both wrapped arms around me and the new baby.