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Oct. 8th, 2004 07:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivkaI think that other pregnant women's parenting anxiety dreams involve human babies.
I dreamed that I had decided to buy a couple of rhesus monkeys. Two smallish adult females. They were in cages on my dining room table. I was taking care of their physical needs - in the dream, I kept refilling their water bottles - but I felt kind of guilty because I didn't feel much of a bond to them. I was just their matter-of-fact caretaker.
One day, we came home and there were two more cages with baby rhesus monkeys in them. "Oh yeah," I told Michael, "I told the company we'd be interested in babies if they were available. They're a lot more friendly and easier to bond with. They must have dropped them off while we were out."
I handed Michael one baby and held the other myself. It snuggled into my arm the way that baby monkeys do, and I stroked its soft fur. We talked about what we would need to take care of them, and I made plans to go to Rite-Aid to buy them some infant formula. I could really see this working out. But then I turned my baby monkey over, and saw that its chest showed signs of massive surgery. In fact, it had been so poorly sewn together afterward that I could see its tiny ribcage through the loose, clumsy sutures. It was absolutely horrifying.
I didn't know what to do, except call the company up and tell them to take all the monkeys away.
I dreamed that I had decided to buy a couple of rhesus monkeys. Two smallish adult females. They were in cages on my dining room table. I was taking care of their physical needs - in the dream, I kept refilling their water bottles - but I felt kind of guilty because I didn't feel much of a bond to them. I was just their matter-of-fact caretaker.
One day, we came home and there were two more cages with baby rhesus monkeys in them. "Oh yeah," I told Michael, "I told the company we'd be interested in babies if they were available. They're a lot more friendly and easier to bond with. They must have dropped them off while we were out."
I handed Michael one baby and held the other myself. It snuggled into my arm the way that baby monkeys do, and I stroked its soft fur. We talked about what we would need to take care of them, and I made plans to go to Rite-Aid to buy them some infant formula. I could really see this working out. But then I turned my baby monkey over, and saw that its chest showed signs of massive surgery. In fact, it had been so poorly sewn together afterward that I could see its tiny ribcage through the loose, clumsy sutures. It was absolutely horrifying.
I didn't know what to do, except call the company up and tell them to take all the monkeys away.
