Baby Feet

I dream, but my dreams are never good. In fact, I have come to dread my dreams. Yet in a funny way, I often prefer sleep to life. I do not remember the last time I had a good dream…a really good dream about a happy life. My dreams are always full of the fears and realities of my existence, which is full of illness, powerlessness, disrespect, and mockery.

I dreamed this dream about a week ago. I was in the CUNTRY/Countryside. It was beautiful, spacious and open. I was sitting on top of a hill by a tree. I had a baby with me, and I was worried about the baby. I don’t know where the baby came from, it just was there with me and I was concerned for it, because it was sickly and grotesque. It was an ugly baby, but I loved it and I was trying to protect it and take care of it. Some people wanted to hurt it, and that was why I was in the countryside hiding from them. But my baby was hard to take care of because it was so sick, and it had some sort of problem with its feet. My baby was all red, swollen and ill and cried and cried and cried all of the time. I felt very sorry for my baby, and I did not know how to help it. I wanted to comfort the baby, but I had nothing to comfort the baby with. I was very worried about the baby’s feet. They were malformed, sick and twisted. The baby was in great pain. I tried to suckle the baby, but the baby just bit me because it was mad. I did not know if it was a girl or a boy in my dream it had no sex, it was just a very unhappy and miserable little person. I hid the baby in some tall grass by the tree, and in my dream I kept checking the baby to see if it was alright, especially the feet…I was very worried and upset about the feet. I kept pulling the tall grass over the feet to hide them.

Then in my dream the man with the lawn mower came. I was so afraid that he would find the baby or accidently mow the baby over and hurt it, especially the baby’s feet. That is how my dream ended. I was just busy in my dream trying to protect and hide the sick, malnourished, unhappy baby from everyone, especially the lawn mower man. And I kept checking the baby’s feet. I was really worried and upset about the baby’s feet.

JANE À PARIS

Writing Copyright ©2009 JANE À PARIS

Baby Feet

JaneAParis

Joined February 2008

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The fears and realities of my life…they took my baby’s feet and they won’t give them back…and I always have to be afraid of the lawn mower man.

Featured in Bits and Pieces Group, Sept 2009

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