Nightmares and New Dreams

When I moved out to LA the first time, I had recurring nightmares about a dead baby. It was always the same- I’d see it floating face-down in the Los Angeles River, all blue with the mottled flesh of a drowning victim, and I’d slide down the long smooth concrete wall into the pit, where I could wade through the nasty water and reach it, try and flip it over and give CPR.

Once I was trapped, however, just as I turned it over, the baby reanimated as a zombie monster baby- it was dead and it was angry. It was so strong, and it had teeth- it tried to pull me into the water with it, trying to hold me under and I’d fight to break free. I’d drop it in the water and try to push it away from me, then I’d take off running. I just ran, and this baby got faster and faster and I knew it would drown me and eat me alive if it caught me, and I, too, would be just another body in the river.

I recall waking up shaking, and staggering over to a mirror in the harsh fluorescent light of our tiny Hollywood bathroom. I could see my veins through my increasingly translucent skin- I wasn’t getting any sun these days. My sunken eyes stared back at me. I looked like a zombie. I would brush my teeth and spit out mouth-fulls of blood into the sink. I’d run a brush through my hair and sob as it fell out in clumps. I was becoming a zombie, one restless nightmare at a time, as depression slowly tightened its grip on my soul.

My ex, who was not my ex at the time, and I had moved out to LA together, and he’d recently told me he wasn’t so sure he wanted to be a dad anymore. And he wasn’t so sure he even wanted to stay married. Slowly I realized exactly what my nightmares were about: the dead baby represented the miscarriage of my dream to build a future with him.

We’d been picking out baby names together at one point- and LA was the next big step to take in the adventure that would’ve been our lives together- but I let my stress consume me, and he discovered he preferred a life without responsibility. I was sick and depressed and exhausted all the time in the city he wanted to party in, and as my relationship crumbled my subconscious knew before I did: LA was killing us, and it was killing me. If I kept trying to resuscitate that dying baby, I’d drown in the process.

I don’t know if I ever would’ve been strong enough to make that choice- even though it became clear that he did not love me, I believe, even at the time, I never would’ve left. Fortunately, he made the choice for both of us, and my dreams, nightmares and all, were ripped away from me and he quickly resettled with another woman.


I struggled for a long while, but it wasn’t until I’d moved back home to heal and truly realized that I was recovering not only from a divorce, but from a psychic miscarriage. All my hopes and plans and wishes and projections walked out the door with him. I would never live in the city of Angels with the man I married. We would never be parents together. I might not ever be a mom, now. So much time wasted… how would I ever recover?

Here’s how:
I wound up at a Native American full moon ceremony under a sweat lodge tent we’d constructed that day, throwing water from an earthen jug into the pile of hot coals in a pit in the center. Everyone in the tent “let go” of something individually, then as a group, and as we threw the water onto the coals, the HISS of the steam became the sizzle of the pain vanishing. I “let go” of my dream. My old dream. I said goodbye to Hollywood- I said goodbye to my baby. I let the dream die. In accepting that that life had ended, I suddenly felt free to start a new one- just like that: no more zombie.

The group burst forth from the tent, tearing off clothes and streaking onto the night, plunging into a nearby crystal clear lake and splashing and howling like naked new wolves. It was amazing. I felt an emptiness, but rather than a sick cavity it was a space for new growth. And slowly, surely…

About 8 months later, I stopped being so fearless. I started to fear again, and with the fear came the realization that I was concerned about losing something. Which made me realize I WANTED something. Which meant my heart was working again! Yay! “Hello, Ember,” I greeted this sensation. “I know you.”

I didn’t know how, I didn’t know when, but I knew I needed to get my ass BACK to LA- not for revenge, not as an “I told you so,” but because I am in crystal clear communication with my fully-functioning heart and I know EXACTLY what I want. I will say with a New Wolf Howl: I will write in the city of my dreams.

Lo and behold, the moment I Babe-Ruth’d it and pointed out exactly where that ball was headed, things began to happen. Series of events and circumstances and my own hand in the puzzle all came together and here I am, and recently, I had the most amazing dream:

I was in my childhood backyard, and I was climbing on the climbing-structures my parents had built to get a good angle with my bow and arrow- there were alligators everywhere, and I had to take them out because in my dream, I knew I was pregnant. And with a baby on the way, you gotta clear out all the alligators, right?

I could not ask for a clearer message: I am in a safe place now, using the foundations of my upbringing to gain a good vantage point in what I know is a battle for the future. I am safe, I am a crackshot with a bow and arrow, and I know exactly what to do. And the best part of all: I can feel the new precious life inside of me- a little glowing, protected Ember no alligator can ever reach. Because this time, Mama’s protecting her California Dream herself.

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Jaime Jessup

  • After Life

    Hey! Thank you for sharing such an intimate part of yourself. Your dreams are very interesting and the way you describe them as well as your interpretations of them tell me you are a very cerebral person.

    This site recently had articles related to the subconscious and I think that ties into dreams very much. Dreams don’t always make sense, but I think that often times when they do, because you are asleep, they will show you your true nature and how you really feel about things, before a conscious state would be able to convince you otherwise. So I find it very helpful to analyze my own dreams, and the feelings I had in those dreams in response to what was happening in them.

    It’s always inspiring to see people endure and fight to overcome large obstacles.