Good Dream Hunting

On the heels of my inordinately lengthy post on traversing the doctor jungle, comes this inordinately lengthy post that puts into words, dreams that I have had, and which I have found as directly connected to my fertility.

I did not begin by thinking that dreams are messengers, nor did I ever go for scientific long-drawn analysis of what I saw while asleep. Readers of the blog, who have been reading it for at least a while, would know that I tend to remember what I see in my dream, or atleast the important dreams stick around in my woken-up state as well.

As was the nature of Good Doctor Hunting, this post is also an effort to tie down all the different dreams that I have had, and the ones that I still have in my memory. And do read the post in your leisure time, not in a hurry.

Maybe some of you would be able to explain me some symbolisms or meanings rooted in your cultural background.

*** My dreams border on the bizarre side. Skip the post in case you are too sensitive, can’t handle negativity, or queer ends. ***

2003

Dreams connected to Fertility? Sugarcubes, gah!


2004

The beginning! I remember that it was Shraadha-Paksha. I do not remember whether I was still on contraception, or was recently off it.

I dreamt of running on the ground that was right behind my school building. The grass was very green, and I found a Shiv-linga lying on the ground, and I wondered how come it reached there? I was chasing a small girl. Next what I remember is a half-constructed bridge over a sea. Tall pillars supported the bridge. The girl I was chasing, kept on running and reached the end of the unfinished bridge, and jumped into the sea. I took a bus and got down at the end. I kept shouting for her. When she did not come out, I too jumped into the sea.


2005

Dreams connected to Fertility? Sugarcubes, gah!


2006

Dreams connected to Fertility? Sugarcubes, gah!

Seriously, there is nothing remarkable I remember except for shooting darts in the dark and having all misses and no hits.


2007

Darn… memory box of dreams is empty. Can’t recall anything, not yet.


2008

‘Twas the night of February 13th; I had a dream so vivid, that when I dreamt that I was crying, I woke up with wet eyes. I saw a friend, dropping her daughter ‘Mini’ off at my home for me to take care of her for a day and a half.

The home where she dropped her? The one from which my parents had just shifted – the home where I spent my blundering childhood and teens. Who else was there to take care of Mini? My brother, whom I have not seen in almost 20 months then, because he was studying in the US. He scooped up Mini in his arms, and I realized how good he was in caring for children. I bought Mini to office the next day. The scene for handing over Mini to me was City I. The scene of me bringing her to the office was set in G. I made Mini sit in my office cabin. The office cabin was new – and I was not as yet accustomed to it as I was to the previous one.

I visualized colleagues fawning over this sweet little girl. And one of my colleagues complimented me that I could make kids so comfortable. That was when my eyes watered. My dream broke. I woke up to the early morning dimness and switched off all thoughts. God does have strange designs.

Again, in the dawn-hours of November 21; I saw one snake and two hares hunting for prey - the hare were flanking the snake on either side. I was sitting on the floor in a room where I was observing them at a close distance. I am not a snake lover and I was scared looking at that hissing snake. The room was from an old home we once occupied. A large part of my school and college life was spent in this home. I am not too sure about what they were hunting. The hare were grey and the snake had a shiny leopard-dots skin. At this point of time I was woken up.


2009

Night of March 2; I dreamt that I helped a lady in delivering a baby. It was a normal delivery. The woman was in labour and I refused to do it, but the male companion of the woman asked me to deliver it, since I was a doctor's daughter and had some idea of doing it, to say the least. It was a male child that I delivered. The setting was the old house that once I and my family occupied - the house I grew up in.

I remember using the back door of the house to come out. It was dark, perhaps late in the night, but lights were on in most of the homes and people could be seen. Then I observed the tree that was there in a nearby compound. I remember the tree, it was a very tall mango tree, that had almost taken a shot at kissing the sky with its height. The tree had branches and leaves on only the top 30 percent of its length. Another person that I recognized from my real life told me that the tree was evil. I remember seeing the tree, and feeling the coldness and darkness enveloping it.

Sometime in June-July 2009;I saw that I was pregnant with twins, both boys; Doc told me that one of the baby was dead inside, and had to be taken out. I was in the hospital to get the procedure done. The setting of the dream was broad daylight, and the operating room was very bright with intense sunlight coming in. My dead baby was born smiling and appeared full-term. I continued the remainder of the pregnancy and the other baby stayed healthy and completed term. The healthy baby was delivered in the same room, same setting as the other. But this baby was not smiling.



^WiseGuy^

P.S Image Details: Dream City by Paul Klee [Watercolor and oil];

Image Source: http://virgo.bibl.u-szeged.hu/wm/paint/auth/klee/klee.dream-city.jpg