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  • What do babies dream about?

    I have often thought,
    watching my son stretch out in his cot,
    arms above his head
    eyes flickering
    nose crunched.
    Arms swooshing across the face.
    Rubbing eyes
    and stretch out again.
    What does he dream about?
    What experiences has he had to even register in his brain?

    My eyelids feel heavy and start to close.
    I stretch my arms way above my head.
    I feel as tall as Mum and Dad.
    I yawn and a small squeak escapes.
    As I settle down into sleep,
    cwtched up in my sleeping bag,
    comfy in my monster jim jams,
    enclosed in the wooden bars of my cot.
    I start to dream.

    Yummmmmmy. Milks.
    I can see the big creamy white bottle in front of me.
    The teat is just out of my reach.
    I smile and stretch out my arms.
    I smack my little lips together to show I am hungry.
    The bottle moves towards me and I drink and drink.
    Lovely milks.
    This is my favourite dream.

    I start to feel cold.
    I flap my arms over my chest.
    The big pink faces that look after me come towards me in my dream.
    The pink of the face mixes with purple propping up eyes and reds of smiles.
    The hugeness of the carrying arms encompass me and I feel warm.
    A cuddle from my Mum and Dad.
    I change my mind.
    This is my favourite dream.

    I kick my feet in the air.
    They are trapped in the sleeping bag.
    I wriggle
    and then I dream again.
    I am stretched out on my play mat
    blue, yellow, red, green
    are above me.
    I stretch out my fingers and slowly curl each digit around blue
    I grab, I hold
    I am a champion!
    I change my mind.
    This is my favourite dream

    I look to the left.
    I am in baba group.
    A small pink face with golden curls and a smile with teeth are looking at me.
    She is beautiful.
    I smile and she giggles.
    I have made a pretty friend and my belly feels warm.
    I change my mind.
    This is my favourite dream.

    My belly changes, it churns.
    I am all alone.
    I am hungry
    and want a cuddle
    but there is nobody here.
    I cry
    tears flow down my face.
    I yelp,
    I want somebody and nobody comes.
    My eyebrows crunch.
    This isn’t a dream but a nightmare

    I force my eyes open and take some small yelping gasps.

    I look around the familiar surroundings of my cot,
    the long thin bars
    the soft glowing light
    my squeezy teddy friend.
    I look up.
    There is the big pink face
    propping purple eyes
    and stringy strands flapping over ears.
    A smile from her. A smile from me.
    She kisses my head.
    My eyes close again back to the happy dreams.
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