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amazon_syren) wrote2007-03-07 08:16 am
amazon_syren) wrote2007-03-07 08:16 am
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Dreaming of Johnny...
By which I do not mean Johnny Depp (not that I'd be complaining, of course).
No. Last night (or, more likely, this morning) I had a dream about my son.
[Note to readers who don't know this: As yet, I have no offspring.]
I dreamed that I had a baby. He looked quite a bit like my Dad crossed with Paul, and then made pudgy. Which is, basically, to say that he didn't look anything like my Dad or Paul, but he did have the same dark hair.
So maybe he looked a bit like my sister, when she was born.
He was a *big* freaking baby. (Go my hips! For getting that one out! ;-)
And he was sleeping in our storage room for some reason. (???) Wherein my Dad (who was still alive... geh?) had set up the crib.
Some wonderful and intelligent person had given us a baby-carrier (like the less expensive version of the Baby Bjorn? That has all the adjustment straps on the front? Anyone know the name of this?) and so Johnny -- we called him Johnny because, for some reason, he'd arrive much sooner than we'd expected (and yet was still huge and not wrinkly and what-not, er) so we called him Johnny because he sorta looked a bit like my brother (who is a my-Dad knock-off, except for the colouring) -- I think we were going to find something that was a bit more original and less confusing, but it kinda stuck.
Anyway.
Johnny became articulate very, *very* fast (as in: he was still a floppy-headed infant who needed to be supported, but was, somehow, talking in complete sentences), and he was having a bit of a worry about something down in the basement, so my Dad passed him to me, and Johnny asked:
"Mummy, are our shadows dead? And are there thousands of them?"
And I explained (don't ask me where this came from) that our shadows were reflections of our past lives, and that sometimes there *were* thousands of them. And we turned, and (due to some sort of light behind us, maybe... or maybe not) there were half a dozen shadows of us grouped in the corner. And I waved (and of course the shadow-me's waved back) and it was very much a 'waving at the other world' moment, which I think made him feel significantly safer, since they were clearly friendly and meant no harm what-so-ever.
He then asked me about butterflies, and how they look in the dark, vs. how they look in the light, and something about pin-pricks of light coming through their wings. But I don't remember if I had an answer for that. I rather suspect it was "I don't know". :-)
Ayway, after that I woke up.
I told Paul I'd dreamed that we had a baby.
I think that made him happy. :-)
On that note, I have to leave for work in half an hour, so. :-)
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
No. Last night (or, more likely, this morning) I had a dream about my son.
[Note to readers who don't know this: As yet, I have no offspring.]
I dreamed that I had a baby. He looked quite a bit like my Dad crossed with Paul, and then made pudgy. Which is, basically, to say that he didn't look anything like my Dad or Paul, but he did have the same dark hair.
So maybe he looked a bit like my sister, when she was born.
He was a *big* freaking baby. (Go my hips! For getting that one out! ;-)
And he was sleeping in our storage room for some reason. (???) Wherein my Dad (who was still alive... geh?) had set up the crib.
Some wonderful and intelligent person had given us a baby-carrier (like the less expensive version of the Baby Bjorn? That has all the adjustment straps on the front? Anyone know the name of this?) and so Johnny -- we called him Johnny because, for some reason, he'd arrive much sooner than we'd expected (and yet was still huge and not wrinkly and what-not, er) so we called him Johnny because he sorta looked a bit like my brother (who is a my-Dad knock-off, except for the colouring) -- I think we were going to find something that was a bit more original and less confusing, but it kinda stuck.
Anyway.
Johnny became articulate very, *very* fast (as in: he was still a floppy-headed infant who needed to be supported, but was, somehow, talking in complete sentences), and he was having a bit of a worry about something down in the basement, so my Dad passed him to me, and Johnny asked:
"Mummy, are our shadows dead? And are there thousands of them?"
And I explained (don't ask me where this came from) that our shadows were reflections of our past lives, and that sometimes there *were* thousands of them. And we turned, and (due to some sort of light behind us, maybe... or maybe not) there were half a dozen shadows of us grouped in the corner. And I waved (and of course the shadow-me's waved back) and it was very much a 'waving at the other world' moment, which I think made him feel significantly safer, since they were clearly friendly and meant no harm what-so-ever.
He then asked me about butterflies, and how they look in the dark, vs. how they look in the light, and something about pin-pricks of light coming through their wings. But I don't remember if I had an answer for that. I rather suspect it was "I don't know". :-)
Ayway, after that I woke up.
I told Paul I'd dreamed that we had a baby.
I think that made him happy. :-)
On that note, I have to leave for work in half an hour, so. :-)
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)