A bird cage
I had a dream about a bird last night. A man gave me a truck. He told me to watch his baby and to watch his bird. In dream fashion, I forgot about them both for about a week. I found the baby and cuddled him. I told the baby I would never leave him alone like that again. I looked into the bird-cage and the bird was hanging upside down breathing very heavily. So I opened the front of the cage and let it fly free. It flew to a nearby tree and rested on the ground. The bird looked fairy disheveled. I took the baby to my mother’s. It wasn’t mine and I clearly was not ready to take care of it.
I have plenty of dreams in that nature. I have a pet or a child and somehow I am unfit to take care of it. It’s probably an adequacy complex. I know that I am terrified of the responsibility it brings. I have a dog and I take care of him well, but i don’t think I could handle too much more than that. I probably worry unnecessarily, but maybe deep down I don’t want a child. I hated being a kid. Why would I create that for another soul? That’s just irresponsible and unkind. I’m glad BF doesn’t want kids either.