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‘I was born in a blanket, in a transformable biological mountain.’ 

– Exact phrase I heard during a dream in November last year, and noted down at the time. The following dream made me think of these memorable words straight away.

I was in a huge hospital maternity ward, the size and dimensions of a modest aircraft hangar. There were full-length arched windows letting in light at each end, quite cathedral like, and long narrow windows running lengthways under the high ceiling. The walls and floor were smooth cream coloured stone. The only way to get to this hospital was by cable car, as it was on the side of a huge snow-covered mountain. Outside it was blizzarding and the tops of the shiny cable cars were covered in snow.



One of the ‘baby pods’, which were cushioned basins set into a long stone bench.

Inside the massive hall, there were mothers, nurses and babies everywhere. Along each wall, and a long row dividing the room in half, were tall benches with places for the babies to sleep, and cupboards full of medical supplies above them. What would these baby nests be called, ‘baby pods’? They weren’t incubators and they weren’t cribs, they were round concavities set into the benches, lined with dark blue cloth and soft cushioning, and looked extremely comfortable.


As I looked around I realised that almost all the women were bare-breasted, even those without babies. I thought to myself that this must be because it was a powerful place of female energy, and the normal social conventions did not apply here. You couldn’t even say that the breasts were ‘exposed’ because it was just so normal, it wasn’t ‘exposure’, it just was. The place was very warm and comfortable despite being nestled in the snowy heights of an alpine range, and there was a sense of sacred feminine space and unity among all of the people there. I don’t recall it being exclusively for women, in fact I saw some male doctors and nurses walking around, also totally relaxed and going about their work like everyone else. I remember thinking this is great, being in a space where biology was sacred and breasts were not taboo. Mothers and nurses were bustling around busily and babies were being gently lifted out of their ‘pods’ to be walked and fed. I was admiring the unique femininity of each woman I saw in passing. I took off my top so that I was naked from the waist up, and walked around watching all the goings-on feeling very pleased and relaxed.

And then the dream ended. 

A few days ago I was talking with Oscar about how important I thought ‘free the nipple’ was and how awesome it would be if female breasts were ‘decriminalised’ (obviously he whole-heartedly agreed with this initiative, I mean who wouldn’t). My subconscious clearly wanted to unpack this further and I’m definitely not complaining. Boobs are awesome.