I had yet another baby dream a few nights ago. This is starting to get a little unsettling, as I rarely remember my dreams... yet when I do, they're about babies. And this time, the baby had a name.
In this dream, Bryan and I were at my Grandma's house, where we were getting married (um, but we're married already). I was carrying a baby in one of those car seat-type carriers with handles, and went to go to the "back room" as we call it, which is normally about 12'x16' and has a floral couch and loveseat and a pink carpet, but in my dream was a big hall, all decorated for a wedding. The back of the hall, which was where I entered, was where all the food was set up. The front of the hall was set up with a makeshift altar and a bunch of the classier-looking white wooden folding chairs you so often see at outdoor weddings.
In the dream, I had planned on doing something low-budget, with nice sandwiches and punch-type beverages, but the decorations were so lavish and there were two or three loooooong tables, all set up with gourmet catered food. The sandwiches I had made were on the hors-d'oeurve table, looking like quite the lowly afterthought in the middle of the magnificent spread. I was looking around the room in complete awe when my friend, the "currently expecting, but not pregnant in my dream" Carrie, bustled in, wearing a gorgeous bridesmaid gown, looking exasperated and exclaimed "oh no! You weren't supposed to see this until later!"
Then suddenly, I was sitting on the couch in the kitchen (you'd have to be in my grandma's house to see how this makes sense, but trust me, it does), holding the newborn who I'm assuming was mine because I was trying to get her to latch on so I could feed her. Her name was Cassandra Dawn. I was calling her Cassie. I'm not particularly fond of the name Cassandra, but Dawn is the name of my best friend from college. So, I can see where "Dawn" came from, but not "Cassie."
It was more than surreal, in that from my perspective in seeing the dream, I wasn't the one sitting... but I was. I was standing in the kitchen, watching myself sit on the couch trying to feed the baby.
I heard what I thought was an airplane rumbling over very low, so loud and low that I thought I'd hear a crash any minute, but I later found out (in the dream) that there were military planes doing exercises that day.
Then suddenly it was time for the wedding to start. It was a double wedding, though I don't remember who else was getting married. All I remember was that the other groom was wearing jeans and a golf shirt, and I was horrified.
So not 100% about babies, but I had one. And it was a girl. And she had a name, even if it was one I wouldn't give my daughter (well, the Cassie part anyway - I can totally see us using Dawn at some point for my friend). Weird.
Posted by beenie at February 20, 2006 01:55 AM