Dream Interpretation

Bam-Bam is 4 years old and he is my baby.  Broadway and Imagineer are 10 and 8 respectively, so I have a 6 year gap between my oldest and youngest.  Maybe because Bam-Bam is my only boy and is a great cuddler and still has a blankie (we call lovey), I just tend to be overly protective of this one.

With my first two kids, they were only 2 years apart, so my hands were very full in those extremely high maintenance years of newborn to 5.  Each daughter received half of my attention, whereas, Bam-Bam is still in preschool and has always received a lot of one on one attention from me, because I’m not split between two little ones.

My point in describing this scenario is that I think this over-protective thread that runs through me with my last one is the reason for this dream I had a few months ago that I will never forget.

The Grand Canyon and A Preschool Equals a Strange Dream

I think its strange how some dreams I can remember in detail, while others, just bits and pieces.  This dream that focused on dropping Bam-Bam off at preschool.

I’m not sure how the dream initially began, but I do remember the most important part.  I walked  Bam-Bam up to the front door of his preschool.  In the dream, the preschool looked exactly like the preschool that he attends in real life.  After I walked in and signed him in, I left through the front door.

Here is where it gets weird and unsettling:  When I looked back at the preschool, I noticed that there was a huge cliff next door that was the beginning of an enormous canyon, that resembled the Grand Canyon.  There was a swinging wooden gate that you could walk through to enter the canyon.  However, as I looked over the gate, there was the largest cliff on the other side that I had ever seen.

I walked back to my minivan and started to drive away, then started feeling really, really scared.  All I could think about was Bam-Bam wandering out of the front door, walking next door and pushing the wooden gate open.  Terrifying.

I immediately turned around in my minivan to go pick up Bam-Bam from the preschool, and I hugged him so hard.  I woke up right after that part, and was crying and ran down the hallway to see Mr. Bam-Bam sleeping soundly and hugging his lovey.

Of course, then I was fine and calmed down after about 20 minutes of reading.

What does this mean?  Its probably as simple as I’m a mother and I worry about the safety of my children.  It might be specific to my over protectiveness of my baby.  Who knows?  I would be very interested in figuring out why some dreams feel so much more real than others.

A friend of mine recently gave me a dream interpretation book to read.  I will have to start this one soon.  So many books to read!! :0  The list keeps growing.  I’ll report back once I learn more about the fascinating world of dream interpretation.

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