Wallace and I often tell one another of the dreams that we've had... good ones and bad ones. I don't often have dreams that I can remember well. Wallace does a much better job at remembering the details of his and retelling them to me. It's even less often that I have bad dreams that I can remember well enough to recount the details.
I give Wallace such a hard time, since I think he has really strange and far-out dreams most of the time. I do think it has a lot to do with the fact that Wallace has an incredibly creative mind, and develops elaborate stories in his mind. Most of the time, in his dreams, he is merely a spectator, watching events unfold before him. My dreams are usually much more participatory.
I had read in many of my pregnancy books that pregnant women often dream about their unborn children, as well as daydream about them and the like. I expected that I would do this too. Many of these possible dreams were good and bad, as the worry for their babies manifested itself into bad dreams, and hopes for them, into good ones.
I had only one dream of Savannah, during the time I was pregnant. I had forgotten about it, mostly, until I was in the hospital, after having delivered her. I had only told Wallace about it, when I woke up scared, but not understanding my dream. I think I finally understand my dream, or at least most of it. I've never been one to have many premonitions, about anyone or anything. But, I do think this was a premonition to help with the unusual circumstances surrounding her birth.
My dream consisted of a blink-of-the-eye time, in the hospital. I hadn't gone into labor, and I didn't actually 'remember' much of the birth, yet I knew that I had given birth to my daughter. As I was leaving the hospital in my dream, I was given a female child about three years old to take home. Obviously, in the dream, it took me a while to figure out that this beautiful dark-haired little girl, wasn't right. I went back to the hospital to help to figure out their mistake. I explained that this wasn't my child, as I knew I had a baby... The people at the hospital explained to me that, my baby was too small to come home. They didn't want me to feel bad, and go home without a child, so I was given this one. I remember well that there was nothing wrong with my baby, according to the hospital, but only that she was too small...
I hang on to this dream, and think about it almost every day. It does sound difficult to believe, I'm sure. But I did tell Wallace about the dream, right after I had it. I don't know why I dreamed it either, if it wasn't meant to be a premonition. But, I did dream it, and managed to remember it.
I can only wonder now, who that beautiful dark-haired child was that they did give me in my dream. I tend to think, for whatever reasons I couldn't possibly explain... She was a premonition of what our beloved Savannah will look like in a few years. Until then, I can only dream... and wait to see what else I might be told.