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I just had the world's strangest dream. There was a Bollywood wedding and afterwards we all went into this large costume room in a theater to get heels for dancing and then I ended up talking to lots of people and I somehow fell asleep on a bench in the theater costume room while people were talking around me. Then B. came and woke me up and he talked about how he wanted me to spend time with him and how he missed me. But at first I didn't even recognize him. Something seemed wrong with him - he was uncommonly clingy and moody. We ended up walking out the theater with a bunch of my "friends" from the wedding, but he didn't feel like he fit in. I walked with him away from these friends and he mentioned how he wanted to just spend time with me so I told them all to go on ahead. We talked a bit.
Then everything changed. I was in a room in a house with some other people. Two of them were a husband and wife and they were holding this still baby (that really was one of those plastic toy babies little kids play with, but in the dream it was a real baby). There were three other people besides us. Somehow it turns out that we steal the baby and I'm left to run with this baby in my backpack. I had left my coat and lots of other things there. Sh. was running with me. She grabbed amb's bike and I took hers which has a flat tire. I tried biking, but the tire went flat and I had to pull over on the side of the road to pump it up. Luckily there were a bunch of other people riding with me from some other place who were really friendly and helped me out. At one point, someone else from the house rode by and gave me my coat. The father of this baby that we stole, and I'm pretty sure this baby is dead, came after us but for some reason doesn't think I had anything to do with it. So I'm worried about him catching me, but he's just really upset and not after me.
So I kinda woke up around then.
Weird, no?
Then everything changed. I was in a room in a house with some other people. Two of them were a husband and wife and they were holding this still baby (that really was one of those plastic toy babies little kids play with, but in the dream it was a real baby). There were three other people besides us. Somehow it turns out that we steal the baby and I'm left to run with this baby in my backpack. I had left my coat and lots of other things there. Sh. was running with me. She grabbed amb's bike and I took hers which has a flat tire. I tried biking, but the tire went flat and I had to pull over on the side of the road to pump it up. Luckily there were a bunch of other people riding with me from some other place who were really friendly and helped me out. At one point, someone else from the house rode by and gave me my coat. The father of this baby that we stole, and I'm pretty sure this baby is dead, came after us but for some reason doesn't think I had anything to do with it. So I'm worried about him catching me, but he's just really upset and not after me.
So I kinda woke up around then.
Weird, no?