I dreamed the same dream several times last night. It was short, but relentless in its dedication to repetition throughout the night. It was about an old boyfriend. I met Wayne on the Outer Banks of North Carolina where I lived and worked during the summer of 1968. It was all so much fun and exciting, but brief. At the end of the summer, when I returned home, even though letters would follow in the months to come, the intensity of the wannabe romance faded with the approach of fall, and real life ensued. I mooned and moped for a short while and moved on.
I dreamed that I’d had a baby with Wayne when I was only eighteen, and put that baby up for adoption. I had all but forgotten about it. When I got the news (can’t remember how I received the news) it jogged my memory. The baby was now a man, and he wanted to meet me. I wasn’t sure how I felt about this offspring or if I wanted to see him. I felt disconnected from the birth so many years ago. What would the son I raised and my husband think of the whole thing? It wasn’t frightening, just disconcerting.
Then I woke to pee; then I returned to sleep and the same dream. I was in a loop all night long, waking at least three times and returning to the phantom baby/adult child that would be about 46-years-old now.
I thought Wayne was handsome that summer; now I can only pull together a vague concoction of what that young face looked like. He seemed dangerous and mature.
We danced barefoot in the Nags Head Casino dance hall every weekend. It was a large, long room with hardwood floors that were polished to a luster with bowling alley wax. There were big windows with storm shutters that we propped open with long sticks/boards to allow the ocean breeze to circulate. Great bands played songs like Mustang Sally, The Midnight Hour, and My Girl at one end of the hall, and a bar anchored the other end. It was legal for eighteen-year-olds to drink beer.
Wayne was never going to be the guy for me, nor I the girl for him. I remember him fondly, but there were signs of a temper behind the charm, and he was persistent. Bad boys can be fun for a summer, but a lifetime is another thing.
I’ll always remember that carefree and lighthearted summer, and how could I ever forget the backdrop to those fleeting days: the raw beauty of the Outer Banks of North Carolina, the beaches, a Milky Way of scattered stepping stones stretching across a blue-black sky, and those mammoth sand dunes. Jockey Ridge was huge back then. While I soon fell out of love with Wayne, my love for the Outer Banks endures.
To see an old ex-boyfriend from childhood in your dream refers to a freer, less encumbered relationship. The dream serves to bring you back to a time where the responsibilities of adulthood (or marriage) did not interfere with the spontaneity of romance. You need to recapture the excitement, freedom, and vitality of youth that is lacking in your present relationship.
Alternatively, forgetting about a baby represents an aspect of yourself that you have abandoned or put aside due to life’s changing circumstances. The dream may serve as a reminder that it is time for you to pick up that old interest, hobby, or project again.
Source: Dream Moods
You are fondly remembering something about the time you were with them and that you’d like to experience that feeling more in your current life—but most likely not with them.
Source: The Curious Dreamer
Truth or Fiction
It was hard to find good analysis on this one. There’s little or nothing about giving birth to a baby 46 years ago who now wants to meet you.
1 ~ I do agree that dreaming about a long-ago boyfriend could “serve to bring you back to a time where the responsibilities of adulthood did not interfere with the spontaneity of romance,” and if I were much younger with little kids or a demanding job, I could agree, but let’s face it, we’re retired and can damn well do what we want when we want. Life now is actually more like that carefree life when I was young than any other period of my life has been.
2 ~ “Alternatively, forgetting about a baby represents an aspect of yourself that you have abandoned.” I guess that could be true. I’m so far from that summer, that time of life. I’ve definitely left it behind.
3 ~ “You are fondly remembering something about the time you were with them (the boyfriend)…” This I believe. I do remember that time fondly.
It was hard to find something that hit the mark with this one.