Last night was full of interesting dreams. Perhaps the most interesting of all: meeting baby me. At first I was watching my mom with a baby that turned out to be me. She asked if I’d like to hold myself and when she turned around to hand the baby to me, I was a toddler, maybe a year old. I wore only a diaper, had a full head of short hair and I looked exactly the same as I do now.
I was fascinated. I mean adult me was fascinated. Baby me was a bit shy as I picked myself up. I sat down and stood baby me on my knees.
I don’t remember the conversation but there was one. Apparently, baby me was advanced for my age. I do remember one pressing question baby me had for adult me.
“Can you fly?”
I was stunned. This is what baby me wanted to know about adult me?
“Yes! Yes, I can fly!”
My brother Terry, who suddenly appeared next to me, snorted. Adult me finally realized how silly that sounded.
“I mean, I can fly in a plane. Is that what you mean?”
…And that’s all I remember. I woke up feeling excited, special, in touch with myself. Okay, that was reaching a bit on the last part. I did feel like I had connected with something that I’d lost.
Profound, much?
On a related topic: recently I’ve won a couple of baby related giveaways on blogs that I read. I wonder if the universe is trying to tell me something?
