Dream Of My Infancy

When I was 10-11 months old I had a vivid dream that I remember these 60+ years later. I know it was at that age because I asked my mom the age when I first escaped from my crib. I asked her that at age 10. The dream I remember happened around the time of that escape, and the word I thought when escaping was "freedom" but the dream much more. I remember a wonderful glad feeling when standing free on the nursery floor. I also remember age 2, and my birthday at age 3 when I was in the carton a gift came in, in fact, I remember all the way back to that day of freedom, not everything, but main events, and curious little things.

The Dream

Picture yourself in the darkness of outer space on a golden four posted platform moving forward, the glow illuminating just that area. That is how the dream started. At each of the four posts was a benevolent cherub, smiling and reassuring. Soon though, there was the sound of calamity; I had no fear though but witnessed a change in the cherubs' faces, once smiling, now distraught. There was a commotion to my right at the rear post, and I looked towards there. That cherub was hanging on to the post with one arm and fighting off a cherub of the same size but by comparison, different, and emanating rage. This is what I saw but it invoked in me a want to watch, interested but unafraid. At that moment, the cherub hanging on and fighting told me, "do not look at it again or it will take you!" I turned away as a matter of obedience not fear, and began to realize the fight was for me. The other three cherubs said, "hold on!" and I felt the platform thrust forward. I must say that at that moment the need for safety and security, lacking just prior, came over me. I knew the good cherub had let go and was now in full battle with what I must say was evil. I felt that I missed him or her as that knowledge was not yet revealed.

As we moved forward, soon the sound of trumpets overwhelmed the calamity going on behind us. I looked to my right and slightly forward as a majestic white elephant with a male rider appeared. The elephant was bedazzled in jewels with a gold saddle much more like a platform. On this magnificent creature was also a huge sapphire with diamonds centered on its forehead. The rider was princely and authoritative, his clothes and turban royal purple and gold also adorned in jewels. Relief was the expression emanating from the cherubs with me, and there was a feeling of delight as grey elephants and more good cherubs fought off the evil that was present and returned the one I had grown to miss.

When all was secure we were bid farewell by our rescuers and the platform making its way through the darkness soon revealed a distant Earth. They said, "We must soon let go of you, don't be afraid!" Soon after I emerged from the darkness into the outstretched arms of a doctor in white mask and gown into the light made brighter by the one over his shoulder. At age four while at a visit to our family doctor, the one who delivered me, I recognized it was him with the outstretched arms and the O.R. light behind him when I entered this world.

After that dream so long ago, I woke up in that same crib. I was on my stomach, my head facing right, cold yet sweating. [edit] Dusterly