I never remember dreams usually but…

I had a very strange dream last night.

I dreamt that a workmate of mine, who’s getting married soon, was pregnant and about to give birth to a baby that wasn’t her fiancée’s. It was hers and someone who is a supplier to the firm I work for (but no-one specific), just that they were Scandinavian (this doesn’t match with anyone as far as I know). The fact they were Scandinavian wasn’t said specifically but as the unborn baby, who we knew to be a girl, was going to be called Helga, I guessed as much. So far so not very weird, just a bit unusual…

The weird thing was that everyone thought it was mine. There was a good reason for this, so it seemed, but that didn’t emerge in the dream. It wasn’t mine, of course, but as I went to the hospital as she’d gone into labour, she’d given birth before I got there and the baby was stillborn. I was upset, but only for her, not for myself as it wasn’t my kid. Obviously I had to make it look like I was more upset than I really was and I was comforted by some of my workmates. I admitted after that the baby wasn’t mine at all and that my fiancée would be relieved. She knew all about it, apparently, but thought it was mine too. Then I woke up.

I very rarely remember my dreams but this one’s stuck in my head all day due to its oddness. I don’t believe in the significance of dreams, really, but ever since I studied semiotics as part of an A level course I am interested in what people read into things. A stillborn in a dream apparently means:

Your loss of trust in someone or something. It may also refer to a loss of innocence or a sudden or unexpected end to something.

I’m not sure if there’s a particular relevance in that and, as I said, I don’t believe in that kind of thing anyway being a cynical sod.

Hopefully now I’ve typed this out it’ll get out of my head, it’s been bugging me all day!


About Scott

Motorsport, football, AFL, noisy music, Pez. Web designer from S. London/Kent, lives in the north. Lapsed punk drummer. Probably craving a walk in the hills

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