I’ve been having a strange, recurring dream.
I dream that I’m attending a charity auction and get carried away. I end up buying a shirt worn by Don Bradman in his last test match for between $6,000 and $10,000 (it varies from dream to dream). I don’t have the money to pay for it and regret the purchase (as you could imagine!). I spend the rest of the dream running around simultaneously trying to raise the money and reneg on the deal!
Why is this dream plaguing me? Is it the warmer weather that’s bought the cricket season to the front of my subconscious? Is it some lack of self-control that I’m trying to come to terms with, or does it metaphorically represent my embarrassment at my sentimental nature?
Sometimes I wonder what Big Sis and Little Bro dream. I hear Little Bro on the baby monitor in the middle of the night, arguing with someone in dreamworld baby-talk. Sometimes he mumbles and giggles quietly to himself before singing what I recognise as his own version of “Twinkle twinkle little star”. It’s magical.
As I drift back off to sleep myself, I think, “Big Sis, Little Bro may your dreams be happy and safe forever”. And at the very least, I hope you are spared the “charity auction anxiety variety” - trust me, you wake up exhausted!
babies, Dreams, Sleep
