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Warnings and Signs
November 23, 2003, 10:54 p.m. Um . . . I have a design site. Lia Designs - Make a Spectacle of Yourself. At the moment, all I gots is a couple of Harry Potter layouts, but hopefully there’ll be more soon : ) I had the weirdest dream last night – I had a child, a real baby from my womb, and I was cradling it. I’ve never dreamt of having a child before, not in all my twenty years of dreaming. This child needed to be fed, and I had a breast out ready for it, desperate to be suckled . . . but I couldn’t bring myself to let it latch onto me. I couldn’t bear the thought of the pain that I knew it would inflict: I knew it would bite down while it sucked, I knew it would hurt me. I kept trying to let it, and then pulling it away. It was most disturbing. The general consensus on babies, according to the dream dictionaries I’ve looked up, is that they’re a symbol of something good, some future happiness. But I don’t want to give my baby sustenance for fear of the pain I ‘know’ it will inflict . . . oooh, ominous and full of portent! I’m sure I’ve told you all I’m my own worst enemy?
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