Dreaming of two children, I don’t know if they are siblings or siblings. In the dream, I know that this is my child, I don’t know if it is blood or adoption.
They live in my parents' house, and my grandma will take care of them. They are very good, not noisy or naughty. I feel pity and love when I look at them, like a mother's love.
I asked them what they liked, and the girl said, "I know he likes shredded potatoes." So I only remember that the little boy likes shredded potatoes, and the little girl I only remember wearing a white floral dress.
When my parents came home, I asked some questions about the children, but the parents didn't answer, they were very indifferent. It breaks my heart because I don't even know the names of these two children.
In a sense, I am actually asexual, so my thoughts in the dream are still: this is my one-sided maternal love, not the product of my love with anyone (or objects).
As well as some experiences and conscious reasons, whether it is given or given, I long for and resist the kind of "mother's love", so I wake up and don't understand myself even more, thinking how shameful the mother's love I gave in this dream, but like two angels. Well-behaved children are innocent, so I began to struggle again. . . . The fear of being the one who gives motherly love makes me break down very easily, in essence, probably, resisting my biological mother.
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