|
I had a few dreams about my birthdaughter when she was very small. The one I remember most was that I was driving along and was in a car accident. As people were pulling me out of the car, I started panicking and yelling about the baby in the car. (It was always "the baby," not her name, not my baby...) The rescuers would search the car for the carseat and baby and couldn't ever find it. As someone was trying to explain very calmly that they couldn't find the baby or her seat, I would realize that I didn't have her. The dream kind of disturbed me, but it went away after the first 6 months or so.
|