Cute but Freaky
2008 April 23
I had a dream last night in which I held a baby boy in my arms. He was chubby-cheeked and totally sweet, clinging to me and drooling as if his life depended on it. He had IP’s serious stare and his bright eyes. Tyke had my coloring, though, along with dark brown hair that contained a touch of my waves. He was dressed in a baby baseball tee, blue shorts and tiny socks that covered his little feet. I’d place him at about four, five months old. At one point, this IP-WordNerd creation pulled at my shirt, struggled to lift his melon head and looked up at me to say:
“I want to exist.”
I woke up and swore I’d never again: 1) discuss kids right before bed and b) have leftover Chinese for dinner.
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I’m always amazed when people dream in such specific detail. Huh. Maybe because you are a detail person to begin with…?
I don’t think you can blame the Moo Shu for this. :)
As much as I’d like to disagree, I can’t. This is the second baby dream in probably as many weeks. However, the talking? Completely creeped me out. :)