Post from the now dead “insomnia in the making“:

Let’s start with a dream I had a couple of nights ago. It was very intense.

I woke up from a dream. A dream where I had a baby. A woman claimed to have had my baby and after 3 years sent the child to me while I had no idea about it. The child arrived with a note saying that he was mine and that I should not look for her because she didn’t want to have the baby any more.

I didn’t believe it was my baby for many many reasons but apparently in the past I had had sexual contact with a woman from up north so I could not be entirely sure. I started taking care of a little boy that refused to like me, speak to me, do anything I asked him to do, join me in anything I was doing etc. The child, whose name I forget (I’m a terrible father, I know) eventually started to tolerate me.

I looked up his mother secretly so that she wouldn’t know I was doing so and found out that she was dying of a desease. She was dying and wanted to make sure that someone would take care of her little boy after she was gone. I didn’t question if the boy was really my son. I did not care about that. I didn’t do a DNA test. I didn’t ask his mother. Instead I took care of him and tried as hard as I could to make him like me and see me as his parent. I am merely 20, not the most appropriate age to have a child of any age, let alone a 3 year-old. I had to give up a lot of things and was not as close with my friends as before because of that. They could not understand why I was taking this responsibility so seriously and found it very odd that I had a child.

The young one and I had started getting along better and we had taken a vacation trip to a place my family used to go a lot when I was a child myself. The rest of my family was there but I don’t remember seeing them. I only remember my mother and at some points some people who in the dream where my friends (but in real life I don’t know).

It was around noon and we were getting tickets to leave the place we were vacationing at. My mother, standing next to me at the till, told my son to go and get his ticket from across the road at the different shop that did the tickets for the children himself so we could save time. As soon as we paid for the tickets I thought I’d go find my son across the road. I arrived at the shop but my son was not there. I asked and they hadn’t seen him. I realised he had gotten lost. I somehow knew he had not run away instead. I panicked and told my family and friends immediately. They all started looking with me. I was in the worst state a person could be. Disappointed, tired, scared, nervous and still in panic. I was going from shop to shop asking if they had seen him but nobody had. At some point I arrived at a pub where (in the dream) I was a couple of nights ago. That was the only familiar place that my son would recognise and would be recognised back as we hadn’t been to any other places on that road and we had met the people in that pub.

I entered and asked if they had seen my son. They had but they said he only went in briefly, said he had lost his dad while crying and left after he saw I wasn’t in there. I asked if they had seen which way he went after he left the pub or if they could tell me of a place a child was likely to go around there.

It was getting dark. I was getting desperate. I went to where the people from the pub suggested but there was nothing there. I was still shouting my son’s name but I never heard a reply. At that point someone informed me that my mother had found him. He was alright, just scared. I run and gave him a hug and he hugged me back.

We got on a bus. My mother and son first and me third in line. There was no room for all three of us in the back so my mother sat with him in the back and I sat with an old woman 3 seats in front of them. I turned around and smiled at my son. He smiled back and sent me a kiss, then made a silly face. I sent him a kiss back, turned back to the front and “melted� on the lady I was sitting with. I was so happy and the lady knew it because she was smiling at me. My son had accepted me and loved me.

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Written by Colin Brooks on 28.07.06 at 8:25 am.