"...and a dream of a baby..."

[thanate]

I dreamed last night that I had a baby-- not in the standard way, just there was a newborn (clean, genderless, well-behaved infant) and it was mine. And I had to hold it, and I could only put it down when it was asleep, which was fine, except that every time I put it down it woke up again. It didn't help that the first time I tried to put it down in the little infant-sized crib, I discovered that someone had tidily made the bed with a miniature fitted & flat sheet, but there was no mattress underneath, so when I set the baby down it was just being supported by the wire mesh that formed the bottom of the crib. So of course it woke up, and I had to pick it up again and go find the mattress and try to carry it back and make up the crib again one-handed because of course the baby was awake and so I couldn't put it down.

All this sounds like a fairly normal odd dream, but for some reason I kept wanting to talk to people about it all day, except that after describing it once, there wasn't that much to say. So I dug the dirt out of what turned out to be former tree roots with a spoon, and threw little lumps of clay at my co-workers instead...

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[astormorray.livejournal.com]

so, under the influence of your dream, I suppose, I dreamed I was having a baby. I was at the hospital, attended by nurses and doctors, separated by a glass wall from husband and parents (parents who were wondering why I didn't invite my sisters along, to which I could only reply they were coming in a few weeks anyway, what's the big deal?). But once I woke up, it seemed very sinister. I was being given medication that made my tongue black and oddly pliable, they had an IV in me that was both in the wrong place (the back of my hand!) and kept coming out (and apparently was attached to a dog who wouldn't be still). All I kept thinking was, I thought there'd be more time, we haven't even picked out a name yet.