I have been having very interesting dreams for the past few weeks. Of course, I cant remember them well enough now because dreams happen in the Unconscious and if we don't consciously try to remember them, they'll most probably get lost in the big sea of forgotten dreams. So I have decided to incorporate a Dreamlog in my little online diary to keep a record of my unconscious memories! Here is dream number 1, which I have entitled: Mommy Blues
Last night, in the deepest recesses of my mind, a young pregnant Oli was brought to the hospital to give birth! No pain was remembered nor experienced. The scene went from being brought to the emergency room in a rolling hospital bed to a comfortable little hospital room, with the sun casting a bright but cozy yellow light on a new mommy and this little speck of a human being lying down peacefully beside her.
Fast forward to Mommy Oli carrying little speck of a human being around the house, giving him/her baths (for some reason, I never figured out if the baby was a boy or a girl), feeding it (because its tiring to keep on writing "him/her", i shall use "it" from now on), and all kinds of mommy baby stuff. There was one part in particular, Mommy Oli was sitting on the dining room table, struggling to keep the baby in her arms because it kept sliding down onto the floor. It was a very wiggly baby and holding on to it was close to impossible. It made Mommy Oli very frustrated and later on, she cried in a room alone.
Fast forward to a few years later (I'm assuming because the baby had grown), the baby looked to be about 1-2 years old, with curly light brown hair and wearing a jumper and a stripped long sleeves shirt... I know, the outfit is very much reminiscent of Chuckie... but the baby is not. Thankfully! What a nightmare it would be if my baby turned out to be Chuckie!!! Anyway, more hardship was experienced. The baby was running around the house causing a lot of mayhem while poor tired Mommy Oli chased after it. Whenever she would carry him (I'm assuming that the baby was a boy now because... well... he was wearing a Chuckie-like outfit), he would try to wriggle and push her away much like he did when he was a little speck of a human being.
The rest of the dream, I'm afraid, has gotten lost in the deepest recesses of my unconscious memory. You know how you never really remember what happens towards the end of the dream because you're probably transitioning from unconscious to conscious thought and... I don't know. I forgot that lesson about dreams we had in Physiology of the Brain... ANYWAY...
That's about all my memory can take me. I'm afraid this dream has no punchline, except for the fact that Dream Oli discovered just how difficult it is to be a mommy... what with the baby being naughty and wiggly and all. It was also quite interesting that the baby was CAUCASIAN. How about it huh? Me producing a white baby?! Impossible! Even if I ended up with a white guy and had a baby with him, my genes would definitely prevent that from happening!
One dream in the dreamlog, not painfully lost to the whirlpool of forgotten dreams!
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