My Dream !

A couple of months back I had an interesting dream. One of our friends is going to become a father in the month of November. Since I have seen his wife, we talk to each other often; she shares all her experiences with me. We talk about her new feelings of being pregnant, how she feels when the baby encounters tiny kicks inside her tummy. Some where inside my heart, I am very happy for her. After that talk I completely forgot about this topic.

But I don’t know what thought of mine was running inside me, in my subconscious state, that few days back I had a dream about it. I saw that, the father of that unborn child laid down that child in front of my door steps. The child was chute and very sweet, with wide eyes and was smiling. After laying him down, he went away. I was standing at my door and watching the baby. My heart was full of love, and wanted to hold the baby. The baby was chuckling and giggling, and throwing his tiny hands and legs. Suddenly I saw that half of his body is hanging out from the stair. My heart beat suddenly went up. I was watching him and I saw that he was about to fall down. You know how dreams work, I was like helpless, and I felt my body freeze, I could go and pick up that baby, but couldn’t do that. I was not able to move my body at all. And in doing that I was struggling with every tiny muscle of my body .He was laying just two steps away from me and I was not able to do any thing. I was watching him about to fall down. I can not forget the look of those eyes.

I got up sweating; the fear seemed so real, that it took me a while to come out of it. Since that day, I don’t know why, I feel much attached to that unborn child. I don’t even know that the child is a boy or a girl; still I feel some connections with him. After that dream, I have knitted my own child of my dream, and I have named him “Dawn”. My love for him is selfless and motherly.

Since that day, he has been my companion. He is invisible to me, but I talk to him, make fun of him, and I some time interview him too. The invisible interview, which I think, is a way of talking to some one, who doesn’t talk to me. For the invisible talks my stance is nonjudgmental, but I record his every response and each little detail as fascinating data with out becoming side tracked by the fact, that I am talking to an invisible child. Some times I enjoy it, and some times the emotional impact of all these talks put on me a sensual weight to see him in real.

I wish I could see my little "Dawn".