A Dream 3rd July 1967
After a Governors’ Meeting at Wennington in which we were much troubled about the appointment of my successor.
I was holding a baby in what might be called the amniotic sac or “caul” in which it had been born. It was a beautiful baby - like some caesarian babies I had recently seen. It was not packed tightly in, as in the womb but partly extended and moving gently.
It was alive, but I realised that it would not live long in the amniotic fluid with the placenta cut off. I felt very tenderly towards it, fascinated.
I picked up the nearest implement (a fork?) and ripped open the membrane, which was clear and thin like polythene. The fluid ran away and I began to handle the baby, calling on it to howl.
It did begin to cry - and I woke up.
Archive reference PP/KCB 6/6/2 document 03