I had a Dream…
For some inexplicable reason, I was living in a plush apartment located in a high-rise with a woman in her 30’s! She had a set of adorable triplets –toddlers, very healthy, very cherubic, carbon copies of the ones in the picture. There was one girl and two boys, with chubby cheeks, luscious lips and cute little stubby hands ( kind of like Meera’s).
The dream proceeds further. One fine day, the window in the living room which is appox. 2 ft above the ground, is left open. The toddlers are playing in the vicinity. One of them edges towards the open window. The others follow suit. The scene is set for an impending disaster.
First one little fella’ mounts the window sill, slips and falls over. His brother follows next. The little girl is scrambling to do the same. But my reflexes jumpstart. I dash forward and grab her. The mother looks on, with a deadpan expression on her face. I yell at her to rush down. She says, ” what’s the use, they are probably already dead”.
The little girl starts wailing. I whisk her into the bedroom and try to calm her down. I pat her gently and she falls asleep. I go back to the living room and the mother is already engaged in some other work. I rush to the window and look out. I spot two little bodies on the road below. I run downstairs and reach ground level.
I see two bodies which look bloated. From a distance and can tell that one of them is still breathing. I rush up to him with a blanket and envelope him completely. I look at his brother and he is breathing too. I wrap him in a blanket too and then take them back upstairs.
I am relieved that they are alive and I am consumed by empathy for their pain and trauma. I am angry that their mother who is least bothered, and I am sure she has plotted their elimination.
The little girl in the mean time has woken up and is looking all over the house for her brothers. She can’t find them, misses them, starts crying. When she spots them in my arms she sqeals in delight to have her playmates back. I woke up in a cold sweat…
The lady in the dream seemed familiar. She has creamy skin, looks sly and is not communicative. I suddenly realize who she is.
There used to be a woman named Cheryl who lived next to an aunt of mine. She was married but could not conceive. She and her hubby adopted a little girl, and they looked like one happy family. Until one fine day, the husband went on a journey alone. And never came back. They say he committed suicide. Some say he just jumped off a moving train. It was a sad story.
In fact I even stayed with her after her hubby’s demise cause she was scared to live alone.
Eeeeerrrriieee!
Dream Interpretation
I did a google search on dream interpretation and here is what I found:
* To hear or see crying triplets in your dream, signifies a hasty reconciliation to a disagreement.
* To dream that you are in the living room, represents the image that you portray to others and the way which you go about your life. It is representative of your basic beliefs about yourself and who you are.
GOD! That’s scary. And you still manage to smile. You are one woman with resilience and a strong heart. I have recurring dreams of falling from high buildings. Can you interpret that for me?