In this dream, I am introduced to my son. Curiously, he’s not a
newborn infant but appears to be already several months old. Cute kid;
the tenderness I feel toward him is genuine, deep and different than
what I’ve felt toward anyone else but falls far short of unalloyed
elation. I wonder what I can do to guide this lad to a eudaimon
adulthood. The length of the task weighs on me; I think I doubt my
resourcefulness. The mother is a respectable looking brown haired
woman; I don’t know if I’m married to her in the dream but, in any
case, she doesn’t play any significant part. Even in the dream, I
recall the claim Sarah repeated, that one is always overcome with
affection for one’s child upon sight and feel a twinge of sadness that
I don’t have that response.
Was this an unsuccessful compensatory dream? Or is my
subconscious telling me that the Ice Queen’s rejection hasn’t
foreclosed certain life choices but simply , shall we say, emptied them?