This is the strangest dream I’ve ever had. And here’s what’s first. I don’t want children; I don’t even think that babies are cute. And it’s safe to say that I’m in capable of having a child, since I can’t even take care of myself. I don’t even know how to talk to children, it’s the awkwardest thing. So in the dream, I found out that I was pregnant, which is weird because I’ve never even had sex before. For some reason, the idea of having an abortion never came into my mind, and if my mom wasn’t cool with it, I would have killed myself, which is what I probably would have done in real life too. But in the dream, my mother was ok with it, and even supportive, which would have never happened. My mother is not a reasonable person. Anyway, the father was some guy that I barely know, but he didn’t really have a big part in the dream. And when I woke up, I thought about how weird the dream was. And then I thought about actually being pregnant, and going into labour, and waking up after labour and seeing the baby again. The thought felt like when you wake up from the night before and you’ve just painted your nails a colour that stands out, when you’re nails are always un painted, except with much more volume to it. And I was excited about it. And I started crying, slowly at first, and then I couldn’t stop. I thought about when she was a little older, and I was taking care of her. It was just awkward, and it didn’t fit, me taking care of a child. But I couldn’t stop crying. When I thought about it, there wasn’t really a male involved, or maybe there was but his role wasn’t important. I never think about having children or pregnancy except with a strong unwillingness. And I still don’t want to have one; I don’t think I would ever want to bring another person into the world. The only things that I think could have triggered it that day, was this girl in my psychology class who was talking about her post-partum depression after having her baby. And I have this Goddess class, where the material always focuses on the power to create life. Any thoughts?
Girls our age have nesting urges. It's our body saying, "hey, you know, you should do this." It's to keep our species going. I know around 17, I started having dreams about babies. In the first one, I found a little blonde boy at a truck stop and adopted him. In the second, I had amnesia and was told I had a daughter (a little hispanic girl). I still have them from time to time. It's nothing to freak out over or anything. You want a really weird one, how abou the last one I had where I gave birth to a little gray kitten and named it Charlotte... now THAT'S crazy, lol. The fact that you seem to have had some kind of breakdown afterwards kind of points to this explanation, too. It's hormones. They give us dreams that portray having a baby in a positive light, for example, the kid is really cute, we love them unconditionally right away, they're very well-behaved, we handle things like a pro, everyone's really supportive and if they're not, we triumph over adversity, etc. It's like an advertisement from the part of our brain in charge of baby-making, saying "just have one! it's good for you!" Like I said, it's just to pertpetuate the species. It's not prophetic or anything like that, so don't worry about it. Just nesting urges. Get used to 'em or take testosterone pills.
PS: I don't think babies are cute either and I'm scared shitless by the thought of having one myself. Apparently though, I'm good with them from what others say... Weird.
That makes a lot of sense, not to mention it's around the time of my period. And not only that, but how sexual urges increase a whole lot before a period begins is also one of those nesting urges i guess. Thanks so much for your insight, you're awesome
Exactly! And thanks, but it's just from recearching every dream book I could get my hands on cos I thought it might mean I was pregnant...
i have never dreamt i have been pregnant. but a couple of month ago a dreamt i was 5 month pregnant, and i was being fed blood through a tube in a lovely hospital,,,i was running around in my jarmas showing everyone my bump, but thre was a giggling me in the corner looking at me... i actually asked myself before sleep to show me when i will be fully healed. oh i reckon i'm due about may/june time ...crazy or what...whooo
