So, I had a dream last night and I thought I might share it with all of you...maybe help me to figure out what it means? I've never had a dream like that before and it's really bugging me right now. So here it goes.
The Dream!
Alright in this dream I am probably in my 30s, I'm walking in the park with my husband, 8yr daughter (it was her birthday), and my giggly energetic infant son (the energetic part is kinda important).
So, we got to the playground and let my daughter play with her brother for a bit while we sat on a park bench looking after them. I started talking to my husband about how we first met in this park and apparently we fell in love right away and got married the next day without telling any of our parents, which really pissed them off, but it didn't matter because after all these years, we were still madly in love with each other. We then kissed and continued to watch the children until we realized that our son was gone. I asked my daughter where did he go and she said that she didn't know that someone just grabbed him and ran. We got into a panic and started looking for him and trying to get help.
We head back to this huge mansion with iron clad gates, where i guess this was our home since there was a family portrait of us on the wall, to go call the cops. When we get to the phone in the kitchen, we see the baby there with my sister, mother, and niece. I was really angry and started yelling at them saying, "what the fuck is wrong with you?" and grabbed the baby and walked into the other room...when I was walking into the other room the baby just stared at me, hardly moving at all, He seemed like a doll. I kept on saying things to him like "______ it's me your mommy. It's okay now." (sorry can't remember the name). but still...no movement.
I walk back into the kitchen demanding what they've done to him and they wouldn't tell me why. They just kept on saying that I didn't deserve a life like this and that they gonna to take my kids away from me. I told them that they can just go to hell with that idea because there's no way that they're gonna take him away from us and ran to my husband. I found him laying on the floor with a cup in his hands. I screamed and fall to the ground, still holding the baby, crying. Then, my sister walks in on me saying "not to worry, he's not dead. just unconscious" and snatched the baby out of my arms and handed it to my niece ( i think she was in her 20's in the dream) and walked away. I was begging for my niece to give me the baby and she stared at me and smiled and said, "alright" and dropped the baby.
At that point, I was furious. I grabbed the baby and walked over to my niece and slapped her so hard across the face that she actually fell to the ground. She went running to her mom, telling her what happened and she came in pushed me around, hit me, and took the baby and my daughter and they all walked out of the house, but before they left they said that if I call the cops...they will kill them.
I fell to the ground and started crying hysterically, rocking back and forth, then went to my husband to try and wake him up, but that didn't do no good. So, I just curled up and started crying my eyes out...
then i woke up.
The Dream!
Alright in this dream I am probably in my 30s, I'm walking in the park with my husband, 8yr daughter (it was her birthday), and my giggly energetic infant son (the energetic part is kinda important).
So, we got to the playground and let my daughter play with her brother for a bit while we sat on a park bench looking after them. I started talking to my husband about how we first met in this park and apparently we fell in love right away and got married the next day without telling any of our parents, which really pissed them off, but it didn't matter because after all these years, we were still madly in love with each other. We then kissed and continued to watch the children until we realized that our son was gone. I asked my daughter where did he go and she said that she didn't know that someone just grabbed him and ran. We got into a panic and started looking for him and trying to get help.
We head back to this huge mansion with iron clad gates, where i guess this was our home since there was a family portrait of us on the wall, to go call the cops. When we get to the phone in the kitchen, we see the baby there with my sister, mother, and niece. I was really angry and started yelling at them saying, "what the fuck is wrong with you?" and grabbed the baby and walked into the other room...when I was walking into the other room the baby just stared at me, hardly moving at all, He seemed like a doll. I kept on saying things to him like "______ it's me your mommy. It's okay now." (sorry can't remember the name). but still...no movement.
I walk back into the kitchen demanding what they've done to him and they wouldn't tell me why. They just kept on saying that I didn't deserve a life like this and that they gonna to take my kids away from me. I told them that they can just go to hell with that idea because there's no way that they're gonna take him away from us and ran to my husband. I found him laying on the floor with a cup in his hands. I screamed and fall to the ground, still holding the baby, crying. Then, my sister walks in on me saying "not to worry, he's not dead. just unconscious" and snatched the baby out of my arms and handed it to my niece ( i think she was in her 20's in the dream) and walked away. I was begging for my niece to give me the baby and she stared at me and smiled and said, "alright" and dropped the baby.
At that point, I was furious. I grabbed the baby and walked over to my niece and slapped her so hard across the face that she actually fell to the ground. She went running to her mom, telling her what happened and she came in pushed me around, hit me, and took the baby and my daughter and they all walked out of the house, but before they left they said that if I call the cops...they will kill them.
I fell to the ground and started crying hysterically, rocking back and forth, then went to my husband to try and wake him up, but that didn't do no good. So, I just curled up and started crying my eyes out...
then i woke up.
It's a good thing you remembered nearly every detail about it, but man oh man... I don't even know how to interpret this one! Your family (hubby/son/daughter) obviously represent the multiple aspects of yourself, but I can't tell you exactly what. Your extended family is most definitely representing the stress in the real world... I believe taking the baby from you is like taking a part of your life; they constantly ask more and more from you when all you want to do find your own niche and start living.
But what do I know???
btw, who was the husband?