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.