I was with an older woman who was going to give birth. She had brown shoulder length hair, so she was middle-aged, not yet too old to have a baby. It seemed this lady had already had a lot of challenges to meet in life, and she was tired, but she was ready to birth her baby and do what it takes to be a good mother. We were not at a hospital, but in a domestic setting. It was the baby’s time to arrive. The baby was in the correct position to be born, head down. The dream sequence skipped to after the birth, and the baby was hanging down between the lady’s legs, still attached by the birth cord. The baby was a healthy, little girl. There were no doctors or medical profession present, it was a natural birth. There was a delay in cutting the cord, I’m not sure of the reason, but the baby was still alright. Then the mother asked me for use of my sewing scissors, and she started trying to cut the cord. It did not go so easily, I’m not sure if it was because the scissors may have been blunt, but I think the cord was thick and had some kind of extra sheath over it, making it difficult to cut. Anyway, I came to help and between us we got the cord cut. Then the baby was cleaned up, dressed, and she was a very pretty girl, wearing a white lace bonnet. She was of normal size, but when I got to hold her, I could cup her in one of my hands, and from this perspective her head seemed smaller in proportion to her body, but the head was very much alive with a strong energy. When she was back to being tended by her mum, she was the proper size again.
I think at this point of the dream, the setting changed to my old family home where I grew up as a child, as we did some laundry business there (this particular setting, especially the laundry, often pops up in my dreams – probably because the day I left that house, I went outside the laundry door and sat on the steps while police were called in to look for me, i.e. unresolved emotional issue).
The very curious thing was that when I was holding the baby, I looked into her eyes to see what colour they were, and on the white background was a flat (two-dimensional) picture of a bird, in blues, white and red. It was a profile of the bird, looking to the right, and may have been an eagle or a phoenix, or some other large bird. This picture formed the iris of her eye, as I was looking at it. It looked similar to a flag (may have been some stripes on the wings); and there were four glowing dots forming a diamond shape, and the dots were a beautiful yellow. Within the shape of the diamond were at least two other dots, of smaller size. It could have been a star constellation. I didn’t think it in the dream, but the Southern Cross is made of four stars in a diamond shape, with two smaller pointer stars. It may or may not have been that. The child was happy and placid. I noticed my twin brother and his wife off to the side with their iPhones taking pictures of the child as she was cuddled by her mother.
This child also got to walking very quickly, as only a day or two after the birth, she toddled over to the top of a staircase, and I had to prod my brother to lunge after her and make sure she didn’t topple down the stairs.
So the baby was born, and was doing fine. The dream then progressed on, past that time, to me helping the baby’s mother get due property settlement from her past husband. This mother had partial aboriginal ancestry, and had experienced hard times in her life due to the struggle of race and gender (her circumstances not fitting with the prescribed recipe for success in a white male dominated world). The husband she was separated from was a lawyer. She and I went right into the court precinct to find him and demand restitution, to give her what she was owed. We went past the large cafeteria, where all the white men in their white powdered wigs were sitting having their cappuccinos, and sumptuous lunches. We didn’t go in there, as we knew that women were shut out from those holy domains. We were warned that we would never make it far into the heart of the court compound. However, we pushed on, using our intuition only to guide our steps. Whilst my intuition got us in the general direction, it was the mother herself who stopped at a doorway entrance, which I had just passed. Her intuition told her to try to enter that doorway. We went through it, into a kind of courtyard, in which there was a tree. Her husband (the lawyer) was lurking up there among the spring branches. She climbed straight up, leaving me at the bottom of the tree, and surprised him. This moment of surprise gave her the leverage she needed, and she plunged her hand down an opening in the tree trunk (the bole of the tree) and drew out a long hessian bag, where he had hid all the family’s silver and precious items. Obviously, these items were shared property that he had been hiding and claiming for his own. Having been caught out and denounced in public, he now could not avoid a court case, in which he would have to answer for his actions. The mother, having found the strength within her of her own conviction, went off to arrange matters for the pending court case. I was left “guarding” the ex-husband. I confronted him directly, but not with anger. I drew myself up to my full stature, and told him that he would have to face me for an adversary in court. I had experience in divorces, as I had successfully won my own divorce proceedings some years earlier and had gained a fair share of my property. He looked at me dubiously, as he was a good lawyer in his own right, but I had integrity and truth on my side. I asked him if he knew his wife had given birth to a baby girl, the day before (I knew that he was not the father of this child). Then, looking directly at him, I said “I am not a lawyer” twice.
At this point my dream was interrupted, and I woke up.
However, I feel that although I was a woman, and not a lawyer, I was still not someone to underestimate, and that I could be a match for this charlatan, and all that he represented. It is important to remember that the mother of the child had publicly uncovered evidence of his deception, and how he was greedily trying to make off with all the assets.
I think at this point of the dream, the setting changed to my old family home where I grew up as a child, as we did some laundry business there (this particular setting, especially the laundry, often pops up in my dreams – probably because the day I left that house, I went outside the laundry door and sat on the steps while police were called in to look for me, i.e. unresolved emotional issue).
The very curious thing was that when I was holding the baby, I looked into her eyes to see what colour they were, and on the white background was a flat (two-dimensional) picture of a bird, in blues, white and red. It was a profile of the bird, looking to the right, and may have been an eagle or a phoenix, or some other large bird. This picture formed the iris of her eye, as I was looking at it. It looked similar to a flag (may have been some stripes on the wings); and there were four glowing dots forming a diamond shape, and the dots were a beautiful yellow. Within the shape of the diamond were at least two other dots, of smaller size. It could have been a star constellation. I didn’t think it in the dream, but the Southern Cross is made of four stars in a diamond shape, with two smaller pointer stars. It may or may not have been that. The child was happy and placid. I noticed my twin brother and his wife off to the side with their iPhones taking pictures of the child as she was cuddled by her mother.
This child also got to walking very quickly, as only a day or two after the birth, she toddled over to the top of a staircase, and I had to prod my brother to lunge after her and make sure she didn’t topple down the stairs.
So the baby was born, and was doing fine. The dream then progressed on, past that time, to me helping the baby’s mother get due property settlement from her past husband. This mother had partial aboriginal ancestry, and had experienced hard times in her life due to the struggle of race and gender (her circumstances not fitting with the prescribed recipe for success in a white male dominated world). The husband she was separated from was a lawyer. She and I went right into the court precinct to find him and demand restitution, to give her what she was owed. We went past the large cafeteria, where all the white men in their white powdered wigs were sitting having their cappuccinos, and sumptuous lunches. We didn’t go in there, as we knew that women were shut out from those holy domains. We were warned that we would never make it far into the heart of the court compound. However, we pushed on, using our intuition only to guide our steps. Whilst my intuition got us in the general direction, it was the mother herself who stopped at a doorway entrance, which I had just passed. Her intuition told her to try to enter that doorway. We went through it, into a kind of courtyard, in which there was a tree. Her husband (the lawyer) was lurking up there among the spring branches. She climbed straight up, leaving me at the bottom of the tree, and surprised him. This moment of surprise gave her the leverage she needed, and she plunged her hand down an opening in the tree trunk (the bole of the tree) and drew out a long hessian bag, where he had hid all the family’s silver and precious items. Obviously, these items were shared property that he had been hiding and claiming for his own. Having been caught out and denounced in public, he now could not avoid a court case, in which he would have to answer for his actions. The mother, having found the strength within her of her own conviction, went off to arrange matters for the pending court case. I was left “guarding” the ex-husband. I confronted him directly, but not with anger. I drew myself up to my full stature, and told him that he would have to face me for an adversary in court. I had experience in divorces, as I had successfully won my own divorce proceedings some years earlier and had gained a fair share of my property. He looked at me dubiously, as he was a good lawyer in his own right, but I had integrity and truth on my side. I asked him if he knew his wife had given birth to a baby girl, the day before (I knew that he was not the father of this child). Then, looking directly at him, I said “I am not a lawyer” twice.
At this point my dream was interrupted, and I woke up.
However, I feel that although I was a woman, and not a lawyer, I was still not someone to underestimate, and that I could be a match for this charlatan, and all that he represented. It is important to remember that the mother of the child had publicly uncovered evidence of his deception, and how he was greedily trying to make off with all the assets.