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I rarely see dreams, a few nights ago I saw a dream and it stuck with me. 

The dream:  Im in this dark room, I can not see walls, they are swallowed by smokey darkness.  A large bed stands in the middle of it.  There is a child on it, a small boy (apperantly my son).  I lay down on the bed next to him, tell him -"Come here" I hold him in my arms and hug him.  I get a feeling that I can not describe, Ive never felt this feeling before, yet somehow in this dream Im owerwhelmed by it, a sence of abundant love towards my son. 

 

   Next stage of the dream, I ask him how old is he, he tells me, I ask him -"Well how long has it been?", -"Six months" he answers.  Then I wake up.

 

PS: I do not have children and never had.

 

Just interested to hear someone elses view.   

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I have a theory, but I would like to ask a few questions.

 

How big was the bed? was it large compared to you or large compared to the child?

 

What was your experience as a child when you were laying in bed at night waiting to go to sleep?

 

How old was the child? Did anything specific happen around this age?

 

What happened in your life about 6 months ago?

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I have a theory, but I would like to ask a few questions.

 

How big was the bed? was it large compared to you or large compared to the child?

 

What was your experience as a child when you were laying in bed at night waiting to go to sleep?

 

How old was the child? Did anything specific happen around this age?

 

What happened in your life about 6 months ago?

 

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1)The bed was pretty big compared to me as well

2) Not sure what you mean as to what was my experiense as a child, I would just lay down and wait to go to sleep

3) I think at first the child was around 6-7 (Im really bad at telling how old children are) so could be a bit younger, Im not sure but I think yes, something horrible did happen to me at that age (sorry cant give specifics)

4) Im having trouble coming up with anything tangible about six month ago.  Cant think of anything

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I think the child in the bed was you. Your current self was comforting that child by which horrible things happened to and feeling that strong feeling of comfort and connection that you so desperately wanted at that time. Thus, it is not your son, but you are comforting and loving yourself.

 

Large bed indicates you are young in the dream, as well as the room seeming darker than it actually would be in real life as darkness and unknown can be scary for kids.

 

I am so sorry for whatever you as a child went through that you felt so scared and alone and needed the comfort and still wish to not share it. It must have been horrible. I also am glad that you are able to meet with him and comfort him. Visiting childhood events as an adult (hopefully with the help of a therapist) in order to be there and protect or comfort the child can be very helpful experiences in processing trauma.

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I think the child in the bed was you. Your current self was comforting that child by which horrible things happened to and feeling that strong feeling of comfort and connection that you so desperately wanted at that time. Thus, it is not your son, but you are comforting and loving yourself.

 

Large bed indicates you are young in the dream, as well as the room seeming darker than it actually would be in real life as darkness and unknown can be scary for kids.

 

I am so sorry for whatever you as a child went through that you felt so scared and alone and needed the comfort and still wish to not share it. It must have been horrible. I also am glad that you are able to meet with him and comfort him. Visiting childhood events as an adult (hopefully with the help of a therapist) in order to be there and protect or comfort the child can be very helpful experiences in processing trauma.

Well this gave me pause.  Thank you for all of your kind words.  But why did I feel that this child was my son in th dream?  Or this part doesnt matter?  Looking back to the dream and the feeling that I can still vaguely remember, it was larger than life feeling, it wasnt mere comfort or safety, it was as if I was holding a whole world in my arms, as if my soul was bathing in the warm light of calm and endless strenght and possibilities, yet all concentrated to that one pin point, the knowledge of this boy being my son.  (By knowledge I mean in the dream I somehow knew that it was my son)

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