Bodhi had a rough night last night. Molars. He was awake, and upset a lot, able now to express his pain in ows and requests for remedies. His dad was half grumpy, half sympathetic. I don't really know what to do with his aggressive responses to his children's expression of pain...
This morning, Bodhi told us about a dream he'd had, where there was a 'caterpillar on mine head'. Sometimes it was ladybird. He wouldn't say any more about it, but he told us again and again. And again. In mine hair.
Tonight, tired, at time to go to sleep, he was just about to snuggle down, when he stopped, and turned to me and asked 'caterpillar coming back?'
I asked him if he was worried about having the dream again, and he nodded, vehemently. I asked him if it had been a bad dream, if he had been scared. He stopped, and stared at me, eyes huge and round. His face reddened, gaze intensifying, his lip started to shake and crumple and he started to cry and nod.
So I took him on my lap, cuddled him against me, and told him about lucid dreaming, baby style. Happier dreams of driving to the zoo in a red car, and feeding the caterpillar to the monkeys, if it came back. Monkeys will chomp it. Mama and Daddy will throw it away.
It still took him ages to fall asleep. Crap. Two years old and plagued by a scary dream, scared to sleep in case it returns. It doesn't seem right somehow. This is parenting. It's like their dreams are your responsibility now. How can I guard his sleep?
Showing posts with label bad dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad dreams. Show all posts
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Sunday, October 19, 2008
odd dream
I had extra super disturbed sleep for a few nights last week, as Bodhi had a fever that didn't want to go away, and a molar coming in, so there was mighty waking.
This made for weird sleep patterns, and lots of dreams, as I was waking at all hours.
I dreamt, among other things, that I was walking in the snow with a baby, in some Russian type wastes landscape, and scary sci fi wolves were running towards me out of the strafing snow. They were more like hyenas, brown and spotted, with weird, pale, yellowy gold eyes. There were black clad soldiers with rifles running up behind me, but still quite far away. The wolves were coming from different directions. I picked up, or was carrying, a wine bottle and hefted it, baby in the other arm, getting ready to catch one across the head with it as it got close.
It was pretty scary, though I think the soldiers got there before there was any need to actually try and fend them off, an then the alarm went off. I had to cuddle Bodhi for a bit to stop feeling freaked out before I got up. I can still feel them coming at me out of the snow, with the black figures running up behind me, though the feeling of holding the baby has faded.
Just in case anyone is feeling cold and unnerved by that, I will also reveal that I before that I dreamed I was in a hotel room, and Midget Wrangler got into bed with me with her boobs out. I resisted her advances in the end though. Still, are you warm and enlivened now?
This made for weird sleep patterns, and lots of dreams, as I was waking at all hours.
I dreamt, among other things, that I was walking in the snow with a baby, in some Russian type wastes landscape, and scary sci fi wolves were running towards me out of the strafing snow. They were more like hyenas, brown and spotted, with weird, pale, yellowy gold eyes. There were black clad soldiers with rifles running up behind me, but still quite far away. The wolves were coming from different directions. I picked up, or was carrying, a wine bottle and hefted it, baby in the other arm, getting ready to catch one across the head with it as it got close.
It was pretty scary, though I think the soldiers got there before there was any need to actually try and fend them off, an then the alarm went off. I had to cuddle Bodhi for a bit to stop feeling freaked out before I got up. I can still feel them coming at me out of the snow, with the black figures running up behind me, though the feeling of holding the baby has faded.
Just in case anyone is feeling cold and unnerved by that, I will also reveal that I before that I dreamed I was in a hotel room, and Midget Wrangler got into bed with me with her boobs out. I resisted her advances in the end though. Still, are you warm and enlivened now?
Sunday, April 29, 2007
more dreams
I'm not intending this to be a dream journal, but I had the worst night's sleep lat night - I was just uncomfortable in every way - itchy, sore bones and joints, and feeling oddly negative and alarmed for no reason. Bleh! And then this morning I had weird dreams. Long changing sessions of nasty dreams.
First I dreamt I was trying to plan my daughter's christening and I wanted Glen Hansard to play at it, and it was all in a lovely old church in an old estate - I think his family's (?) with lots of green grass and streams. But he said he wouldn't in end, and there were all these people here I didn't actually know, and I was annoyed because they were all just having a laugh and I wanted it to be more important - and then I realised I had no money to pay for anything anyway - cue lots of money anxiety dreams - and a sort of scary trek up a dusty hill with my daughter in my arms, as a smaller child, I don't know where I was going, but I was following this dusty road with a small rocky stream running along one side, with clear water and tiny, pretty fish swimming in it. My parents or Niall were behind us, I don't know why. Then we got to a sort of desert beach somewhere African - it was filled with the people of the area, who were black, poor, diseased, drug ruined and sort of deformed - I was holding her and trying to shield her from these zombie like people and really wishing my father would get there - to protect us and show us where to go! strange, as he has abdicated that role in real life.
The next bit was more about money, my husband's job, and total lack of communication between us, that somehow grew into me becoming another character who was inexplicably being chased by an assassin called 'Chip Monkey'(actually a name of one of the posters on Rollercoaster) who was Alan Alda. He cornered me at work and gave me his passport - I ran away on seeing his name, downstairs to where the police locker rooms were - and a pilates class, which I joined in to try and hide. He tracked me down and tried to shoot through the glass of the adjoining room (sigh - I have these recurring dreams of someone shooting at me through a window, which are usually really scary - and alarming, as it's such a symbol of being afraid or willies!)and ultimately all the pilates women attacked and subdued him!
I'm confused on which came what - stuff about my husband and money, and trying to talk to Irish politicians about money and grants - Mary O Rourke offered us a dodgy loan which worried me. And what stands out most is a scene where I discovered we owed an old friend from the US I haven't seen in years nearly ten grand, then there was all this mess with the christening, my father and my mother was there and I realised it was her birthday and everyone had forgotten, except my father who had known and hadn't bothered. - then a very upsetting bit when we both burst into tears about it, and I held her fiercely but felt so guilty and upset, it was horrible.
Ugh! Horrible dreams!
First I dreamt I was trying to plan my daughter's christening and I wanted Glen Hansard to play at it, and it was all in a lovely old church in an old estate - I think his family's (?) with lots of green grass and streams. But he said he wouldn't in end, and there were all these people here I didn't actually know, and I was annoyed because they were all just having a laugh and I wanted it to be more important - and then I realised I had no money to pay for anything anyway - cue lots of money anxiety dreams - and a sort of scary trek up a dusty hill with my daughter in my arms, as a smaller child, I don't know where I was going, but I was following this dusty road with a small rocky stream running along one side, with clear water and tiny, pretty fish swimming in it. My parents or Niall were behind us, I don't know why. Then we got to a sort of desert beach somewhere African - it was filled with the people of the area, who were black, poor, diseased, drug ruined and sort of deformed - I was holding her and trying to shield her from these zombie like people and really wishing my father would get there - to protect us and show us where to go! strange, as he has abdicated that role in real life.
The next bit was more about money, my husband's job, and total lack of communication between us, that somehow grew into me becoming another character who was inexplicably being chased by an assassin called 'Chip Monkey'(actually a name of one of the posters on Rollercoaster) who was Alan Alda. He cornered me at work and gave me his passport - I ran away on seeing his name, downstairs to where the police locker rooms were - and a pilates class, which I joined in to try and hide. He tracked me down and tried to shoot through the glass of the adjoining room (sigh - I have these recurring dreams of someone shooting at me through a window, which are usually really scary - and alarming, as it's such a symbol of being afraid or willies!)and ultimately all the pilates women attacked and subdued him!
I'm confused on which came what - stuff about my husband and money, and trying to talk to Irish politicians about money and grants - Mary O Rourke offered us a dodgy loan which worried me. And what stands out most is a scene where I discovered we owed an old friend from the US I haven't seen in years nearly ten grand, then there was all this mess with the christening, my father and my mother was there and I realised it was her birthday and everyone had forgotten, except my father who had known and hadn't bothered. - then a very upsetting bit when we both burst into tears about it, and I held her fiercely but felt so guilty and upset, it was horrible.
Ugh! Horrible dreams!
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