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My Dream (Last Night's Encounter)
I had a dream about having a baby. No, I was not watching myself give birth to so-called baby in my ream, but I had one and he was mine. It started at there very end with me laying on my bed holding the devlilish thing in my arms at my current age, a teenager. He was... indescribable. I can't say what he looked like, he just looked like a baby, but my baby.
I remember naming him 'G'. Just G.
I remember naming him 'G'. Just G.
My parents knew about the pregancy because when I brought him home, no one really said a word other than a welcome home. My dad was eager to know what I named him and I admitted I'd made a mistake- but the mistake wasn't getting 'pregnant'. It was naming the baby 'G' by mistake, just G. And I remember how I kept asking if I could change his name, how I could go about doing that, and where to get it done. My dad kept telling me 'no, you can't change his name. The government doesn't allow that." And then he contradicted himself by saying, "You can but it will cost you $500."
And in that dream, I kept forgetting there even was a baby. I came home from an event later in that dream in my dad's car at some point during the night. I was settled, releaxed, and got out of the shower around 8pm dream time and suddenly I remembered. "Hey, dad, where's the baby?" And he shrugged and said, "I don't know. You had him in the car." So fearing that something was wrong, I rushed outside to the black SUV only to hear sirens racing down the road.
I paused.
My dad and I broke into our own locked car (instead of grabbing the keys that didn't exist in dream land) and unbuckled the baby, taking him out of his car seat. The sirens drew louder and police rushed all around us- but they weren't there for me. No, the little (as my mom calls it in real life) 'pharmaceutical company' (aka drug house) across the street is where they were headed.
I went inside. The dream changed scenes.
I was at school with my baby boy sitting in... i'm not sure what class. My friend was freaked out (understandably so) and was like, "You were pregnant? You had a baby?!" So loud that apparently none of the other students could hear us.
And then I explained, once again, about how angry I was at my mistake. Naming the baby G.
Just G.
And then the dream ended, I woke up, and realized:
Man, I would make a horrible mother.
"I'm not great with advice, may I offer a sarcastic comment instead?"
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TY Jessizoid!
Gosh, talking about my real personality would drive you all away.
TY Jessizoid!