Strange Dreams Of Late...
I've been having some very odd dreams lately, this one being the latest...
I was living in this technologically advanced, almost utopian society. The culture itself, including the clothing, language and architecture seemed to be a blend of all of Eurasia, but primarally ancient/post-renaissance Western Europe & middle age Middle Eastern.
From my point of view, I was very pregnant, taking a tour in this beautiful historical museum with a gentleman, whose face for some reason I could not picture. Suddenly it was time to give birth and the most soothing voice this gentlemen said I had to do it right here and now, but I kept protesting, saying I wanted to have the baby in the planetarium like we had agreed upon before. So I ended up having a pair of identical twin boys, the first stillborn, the second almost choking to death because the umbillical cord was wrapped around his neck, but he lived. However, I felt nothing for the dead child and hardly anything for the one who lived. All the while, I could see him being held by the faceless gentlemen, who was speaking softly too both of us as the poor soul's body lay on the ground, and his face I could see in detail quite clearly, this mottled calm expression with his eyes shut tightly, those tiny hands clutched close to his chest.
Even after almost a day of having the damned dream, it has left me with so many troubling questions, which I've been having a difficult time answering on my own. Anyone have possible theories?
I was living in this technologically advanced, almost utopian society. The culture itself, including the clothing, language and architecture seemed to be a blend of all of Eurasia, but primarally ancient/post-renaissance Western Europe & middle age Middle Eastern.
From my point of view, I was very pregnant, taking a tour in this beautiful historical museum with a gentleman, whose face for some reason I could not picture. Suddenly it was time to give birth and the most soothing voice this gentlemen said I had to do it right here and now, but I kept protesting, saying I wanted to have the baby in the planetarium like we had agreed upon before. So I ended up having a pair of identical twin boys, the first stillborn, the second almost choking to death because the umbillical cord was wrapped around his neck, but he lived. However, I felt nothing for the dead child and hardly anything for the one who lived. All the while, I could see him being held by the faceless gentlemen, who was speaking softly too both of us as the poor soul's body lay on the ground, and his face I could see in detail quite clearly, this mottled calm expression with his eyes shut tightly, those tiny hands clutched close to his chest.
Even after almost a day of having the damned dream, it has left me with so many troubling questions, which I've been having a difficult time answering on my own. Anyone have possible theories?