To preface this post: I generally don’t ascribe much significance to dreams. But these were just too good to pass up.
The thing is: it didn’t really hurt. Not even afterwards (mothers everywhere nodding in understanding). Oh, and I left the hospital about five minutes later, fully functional.
Now, wouldn’t that be nice?
Alas, most good things in life come as the product of struggle. Sometimes, a long and hard struggle.
I guess I needed that reminder right now, both as a writer and as a human being.
Oh, I also dreamt I took the new baby on a bus, and he went missing. Or, rather, I lost track of him because I had too many things to carry. Even after a thorough search of the bus, I didn’t find the baby (he turned up later, though, unscathed but hungry). I did, however, locate one of my paper bags. I thought the baby might be in the bag, but all it contained was some molding bread.
Hm. I really need to start focusing on the essentials, don’t I?
Had any “life lesson” dreams lately?
My name is Angelica Hagman and I write children's literature. On this blog, I muse about writing and life. I also combine my love for writing with my interest in photography by regularly posting picture writing prompts.