weird dreams
And now, for something completely different, a very random dream
Last night's dream was in Spanish.
I was living in Honduras again and there was a very pregnant woman who needed help. I don't know if it's worth mentioning or not, but the woman was someone that I met once. In Honduras I was looking for something to do and it was suggested I go to an orphanage and help out. I did and then came to learn that for some reason the person who directed me there thought the daycare center was an orphanage. Anyway, this woman was the mother of one of the children there, a seemingly good-natured woman who very clearly loved her child. She was the woman in my dream. A heavy-set moon-faced woman with brown skin and black hair.
She was heavily pregnant and about to give birth. The emergency services were on their way, but I was worried since Honduras is a third world country and emergency services generally aren't that great there, so I took off the woman's pants and prepared to birth the child. Someone else I knew in Honduras was standing by and we moved the pregnant woman onto a slab of concrete since it seemed like it would be cleaner than delivering in the dirt.
I was standing in front of the woman watching her vagina. The vagina was pulsating and going through a blooming motion like a flower. It was expelling water and blood and a white puss-like substance, and slowly the baby was moving out of the woman. I remember watching a little purple-blue foot peek out of the vagina and the secretions and thinking to myself, "That's disgusting." I felt no emotions as the woman pushed out the baby, but could not stop thinking about how gross it was.
She eventually gave birth to the child and said the same exact thing that she said to me in Honduras, "Este es mi nene." - That's my baby.
Last night's dream was in Spanish.
I was living in Honduras again and there was a very pregnant woman who needed help. I don't know if it's worth mentioning or not, but the woman was someone that I met once. In Honduras I was looking for something to do and it was suggested I go to an orphanage and help out. I did and then came to learn that for some reason the person who directed me there thought the daycare center was an orphanage. Anyway, this woman was the mother of one of the children there, a seemingly good-natured woman who very clearly loved her child. She was the woman in my dream. A heavy-set moon-faced woman with brown skin and black hair.
She was heavily pregnant and about to give birth. The emergency services were on their way, but I was worried since Honduras is a third world country and emergency services generally aren't that great there, so I took off the woman's pants and prepared to birth the child. Someone else I knew in Honduras was standing by and we moved the pregnant woman onto a slab of concrete since it seemed like it would be cleaner than delivering in the dirt.
I was standing in front of the woman watching her vagina. The vagina was pulsating and going through a blooming motion like a flower. It was expelling water and blood and a white puss-like substance, and slowly the baby was moving out of the woman. I remember watching a little purple-blue foot peek out of the vagina and the secretions and thinking to myself, "That's disgusting." I felt no emotions as the woman pushed out the baby, but could not stop thinking about how gross it was.
She eventually gave birth to the child and said the same exact thing that she said to me in Honduras, "Este es mi nene." - That's my baby.