I had an amazing dream last night. Trying to capture into words, the emotions I felt and the beauty of the situation that I was in seems to be quite a feat.
In my dream, I was in love with a man who I probably cannot be with. He had a child from his previous relationship (I don’t know if they were married) and he was involved with another woman at the time.
No, that is not the beautiful part.
Well, the interesting part came when the woman he was with previously did not want his child and wanted him to be responsible for the child. So, this man (I don’t know who he is) agreed to take the child and care for him. Unfortunately, he didn’t know how on earth he was going to take care of a child when he struggles even to take care of his own self and his girlfriend.
See, that where I came in. Being his good/close friend (truly resembles my real life situations. I’m always the friend, who’s in love with her best friend, who’s in love with some other hot chick. Drama? Yes!), I was more than happy to help him take care of his son to be exact until he gets used to the whole responsibility. Apart from helping him, I was truly and genuinely ecstatic about seeing the son of the man I love. Well, he may not be mine, but I was still so happy to know that I was about to meet the ‘little’ him.
And I still remember vividly how I felt when I first laid eyes on the boy. Heavenly. No other word could describe the moment but heavenly. He was the cutest, sweetest, most beautiful, lovely child I have ever seen. There was so much innocence and simplicity in that face and he smiled from his heart, with no worries and no inhibitions. The moment was simply magical. The moment I laid my eyes on him, I felt like he was mine. Entirely mine.
The child had nothing to do with me. He belonged to the man who didn’t love me. But I loved the child, even when I knew nothing about him. He owned my heart even when he was not technically mine.
I remember taking him up and holding him close to me and wishing that I could spend the rest of my life caring for him.
He was about 3 years old in my dream and he had the brightest mind. His opinions were simple and yet so honest. It was as if he could see through people and know their true intentions. It was as if he could feel what was in them and reciprocate it equally.
I could remember that he clung on to me because he liked me for some weird reason. I remember how he instantly knew how much I loved his father, although his father was clueless. And maybe I was biased, but he also felt that his father was much more comfortable with me than his own girlfriend.
I remember him complaining about wanting to poop and I how took him to the washroom and took care of the whole deal without feeling any kind of disgust. All I saw was his beautiful soul. I loved him.
The next thing I know was that the bad guys were trying to kill me and the child and I remember thinking that I would do anything to save that child’s life. Give mine, if necessary.
Then, I woke up.
I couldn’t believe that I dreamt such a thing. I am only 22 years old and there I was dreaming about caring for a child. It felt so adult. So weird.
At the end of the day, what I learned about myself is that I would love to be a mother and I would love even to be a single mother. That it wouldn’t bother me even a bit if the child was not biologically mine because I would connect to him like his was completely mine. I would love him with everything I had.
I am happy to have felt something so beautiful in just a dream..
In my dream, I was in love with a man who I probably cannot be with. He had a child from his previous relationship (I don’t know if they were married) and he was involved with another woman at the time.
No, that is not the beautiful part.
Well, the interesting part came when the woman he was with previously did not want his child and wanted him to be responsible for the child. So, this man (I don’t know who he is) agreed to take the child and care for him. Unfortunately, he didn’t know how on earth he was going to take care of a child when he struggles even to take care of his own self and his girlfriend.
See, that where I came in. Being his good/close friend (truly resembles my real life situations. I’m always the friend, who’s in love with her best friend, who’s in love with some other hot chick. Drama? Yes!), I was more than happy to help him take care of his son to be exact until he gets used to the whole responsibility. Apart from helping him, I was truly and genuinely ecstatic about seeing the son of the man I love. Well, he may not be mine, but I was still so happy to know that I was about to meet the ‘little’ him.
And I still remember vividly how I felt when I first laid eyes on the boy. Heavenly. No other word could describe the moment but heavenly. He was the cutest, sweetest, most beautiful, lovely child I have ever seen. There was so much innocence and simplicity in that face and he smiled from his heart, with no worries and no inhibitions. The moment was simply magical. The moment I laid my eyes on him, I felt like he was mine. Entirely mine.
The child had nothing to do with me. He belonged to the man who didn’t love me. But I loved the child, even when I knew nothing about him. He owned my heart even when he was not technically mine.
I remember taking him up and holding him close to me and wishing that I could spend the rest of my life caring for him.
He was about 3 years old in my dream and he had the brightest mind. His opinions were simple and yet so honest. It was as if he could see through people and know their true intentions. It was as if he could feel what was in them and reciprocate it equally.
I could remember that he clung on to me because he liked me for some weird reason. I remember how he instantly knew how much I loved his father, although his father was clueless. And maybe I was biased, but he also felt that his father was much more comfortable with me than his own girlfriend.
I remember him complaining about wanting to poop and I how took him to the washroom and took care of the whole deal without feeling any kind of disgust. All I saw was his beautiful soul. I loved him.
The next thing I know was that the bad guys were trying to kill me and the child and I remember thinking that I would do anything to save that child’s life. Give mine, if necessary.
Then, I woke up.
I couldn’t believe that I dreamt such a thing. I am only 22 years old and there I was dreaming about caring for a child. It felt so adult. So weird.
At the end of the day, what I learned about myself is that I would love to be a mother and I would love even to be a single mother. That it wouldn’t bother me even a bit if the child was not biologically mine because I would connect to him like his was completely mine. I would love him with everything I had.
I am happy to have felt something so beautiful in just a dream..
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"I am only 22 years old."
Something is not right with putting the word 'only' there.
what do you reckon then?
"i'm 22 already" ??
hahaha