This morning I had a dream. I was pregnant. I have no idea who the father was, and in the dream it didn’t seem to matter. I was at the hospital getting ready for the births. There seemed to be some fussing about in regards to comfortable robes etc. Mammy and S were there. I was pretty calm. I was very specific with the nurses etc. NO vaccinations! I was lying around and nothing was happening. I got up and went for a walk. I was outside and S was with me. I think CJ might have been there too. I was talking to someone about the baby, and I looked down and realized my belly had gotten a lot smaller. I was a bit worried at first, until S said, “It is because the baby is most of the way out!” I looked down and she was right. I sort of thought, “WOW! How could I have not noticed!” She took the baby, and I remember seeing some goop (ICK!), and then she said something about the way it looked and that there was another baby. The other baby popped out with no problems. There was no pain and little effort in the process, and I remember thinking, “Walking really does make birth easier!” Both of the babies were boys, but they were total opposites. Of course they looked more like one year olds than newborns, but one had brown eyes and brown hair and the other had blond hair and blue eyes. I had very strong feelings about these boys. I loved them instantly and fiercely. It didn’t matter that the daddy was a complete mystery. The family was very excited, and I knew they would help out. I overall feeling was that I WANTED these boys, they were MINE, and that they were MEANT to be.
I have no idea what the boys were supposed to represent.
