So I'm trying to concieve and hasnt been working out so well. I lost a baby last July, and haven't been able to get preggers since.
About a month ago I had a dream, that my sister came to me, excited because she found a new way to have a baby. She took a little piece of my skin, and a little piece of my hubbys skin, and put them together in a bucket of water. As we watched, this little cell began to divide and get bigger. She explained that I needed to feed it with some special drops from an eyedropper, and I had to change out the water once a day to keep the environment clean. So I started to change te water, and she yelled at me saying the water was too hot. (I'm pretty sure that I lost my baby due to a heat stroke I had at work when I was 5 weeks pregnant, although the baby grew to 8w 3d)
Well the baby kept growing for a bit, and started to resemble a baby, but he never moved. He stopped growing at some point, and we werent sure if he was still alive or not. I took him with me everywhere I went and took care to make sure to feed him and change the water. Still he never moved.
At some point, she offered to make me a new one, and showed me some of the other babies she made, and they were moving around. I refused, and said that I loved this one, and even if something went wrong, I would always love this one.
One day I was walking down the road, and came to a bridge. Some girl came along and started pushing me around and making fun of me, then grabbed the baby and threw him off a bridge. I flipped out and beat her up (so she couldnt follow me) and ran to the bottom of the bridge, where I found my baby. His hand was broken, and I cried and cried, and freaked out.
The next part of my dream jumped around a bit, so I can't really remember exactly how it went, but it seems like I was walking around doing the motions of things, but not really there in my mind(as if I was deprressed). I was helping my Mom move some furniture, and then I got a phone call from my Grandma to get over to her house immidiately, but she wouldn't tell me why. I tried to get there as fast as I could, thinking something was wrong with the baby. (I'm not sure if it was still the same baby or if my sister made me another) and there were all kinds of obstacles in the way.
Unfortunately, my alarm clock went off at that point, so that was the end of the dream. I never found out what my Grandma had called about..
My dream seems to go along with what happened in real life, except the last part, where I was running to my Grandma's. I think when my baby was thrown off the bridge and I found him "broken" represented my miscarriage. I have been very depressed since this happened. I just dont understand the last part, where I was running to my Grandma's house, and thinking about my baby...
I was really hoping it was a sign that I was pregnant last month, but it wasn't.. Plus January the 25th would have been my due date..SO that most likely is why I ahd the dream. I also kinda got this feeling like it was my baby telling me I had to let go, and stop being so depressed.