baby dream
I haven't been dreaming as intensely this pregnancy as I did with Otto. Or if I am, I'm not remembering the dreams. But last night, I dreamed about the baby.
Sean and Otto and I were walking down a hilly street, and I was wearing the baby in a sling. We came across a procession of what looked like priests from an Orthodox church (we saw something like this at the Serbian church near our house a few weeks ago), only instead of wearing the usual priestly garb, they had these amazing floor-length cabled knitted garments... like a cross between an Aran fisherman's sweater and a cassock. I was really interested in what they were wearing, so I approached them and asked if they made the garments themselves. They said there was a group of older women at their church who made them, and that they were working on some right then, and invited me to come back to the church and meet them. We followed them back to the church, which was tiny (the size of a large shed), and went inside. The inside of the church was one room, and they were about to start a service, but off to one side there was a little door with a staircase heading down, and they told us we could find the knitting ladies down there.
Down the stairs there was a huge underground warren of rooms connected to each other. They looked like they had been excavated and then plastered over, so they had that 60s futuristic pod style (Sean says "Tatooine style") to them. Each room seemed to serve a different, very specific purpose. Before I could figure out where the knitting ladies were, the baby started hungry-fussing, so I looked around for a place to sit down and nurse. I found a room with orange-cream colored walls and a huge plush orange couch and sat down. As I pulled the baby out of the sling to nurse, I realized it was the first time I'd seen him or her. Full head of strawberry blonde hair, and very distinct features, but I still couldn't tell a gender. The baby was wearing a long-sleeved peach colored onesie, and as I got more of the body out of the sling, I could see the leg holes on the onesie had double-layers of ruffles and I thought "huh, you must be a girl". Then I realized I needed to change the baby's diaper and I woke up.
The things that strike me about this dream are the incredibly good look I got at the baby's face, the overwhelming presence of orange tones (the walls, couch, baby's hair and outfit were all shades of orange), the warren of rooms (wombs?), and of course the gender prediction.
ETA: interpretation of dreaming about the color orange, taken from here:
Orange (color)
The color orange corresponds to the second chakra and, at times, may be associated with our reproductive system. The second chakra is said to be responsible for our reproductive health and has something to do with our sexual expression. Many people have requested that this color be added into the dream dictionary, However, it is very difficult to make any correlation between its symbolism and a particular area of life. Consider your sexual and reproductive health and then make other associations in order to obtain a personal interpretation of the color orange.
Also, I just remembered that as I was falling asleep last night, I put my hand on my belly and asked the baby to tell me something about itself. Woah.
Sean and Otto and I were walking down a hilly street, and I was wearing the baby in a sling. We came across a procession of what looked like priests from an Orthodox church (we saw something like this at the Serbian church near our house a few weeks ago), only instead of wearing the usual priestly garb, they had these amazing floor-length cabled knitted garments... like a cross between an Aran fisherman's sweater and a cassock. I was really interested in what they were wearing, so I approached them and asked if they made the garments themselves. They said there was a group of older women at their church who made them, and that they were working on some right then, and invited me to come back to the church and meet them. We followed them back to the church, which was tiny (the size of a large shed), and went inside. The inside of the church was one room, and they were about to start a service, but off to one side there was a little door with a staircase heading down, and they told us we could find the knitting ladies down there.
Down the stairs there was a huge underground warren of rooms connected to each other. They looked like they had been excavated and then plastered over, so they had that 60s futuristic pod style (Sean says "Tatooine style") to them. Each room seemed to serve a different, very specific purpose. Before I could figure out where the knitting ladies were, the baby started hungry-fussing, so I looked around for a place to sit down and nurse. I found a room with orange-cream colored walls and a huge plush orange couch and sat down. As I pulled the baby out of the sling to nurse, I realized it was the first time I'd seen him or her. Full head of strawberry blonde hair, and very distinct features, but I still couldn't tell a gender. The baby was wearing a long-sleeved peach colored onesie, and as I got more of the body out of the sling, I could see the leg holes on the onesie had double-layers of ruffles and I thought "huh, you must be a girl". Then I realized I needed to change the baby's diaper and I woke up.
The things that strike me about this dream are the incredibly good look I got at the baby's face, the overwhelming presence of orange tones (the walls, couch, baby's hair and outfit were all shades of orange), the warren of rooms (wombs?), and of course the gender prediction.
ETA: interpretation of dreaming about the color orange, taken from here:
Orange (color)
The color orange corresponds to the second chakra and, at times, may be associated with our reproductive system. The second chakra is said to be responsible for our reproductive health and has something to do with our sexual expression. Many people have requested that this color be added into the dream dictionary, However, it is very difficult to make any correlation between its symbolism and a particular area of life. Consider your sexual and reproductive health and then make other associations in order to obtain a personal interpretation of the color orange.
Also, I just remembered that as I was falling asleep last night, I put my hand on my belly and asked the baby to tell me something about itself. Woah.