Dreams
I keep having dreams about babies. Girls, small brown baby girls, several months old. In one dream, the baby's mother handed her to me, told me she had indigestion and I had to press her tummy to help relieve the pain and the baby found my breast, ended up nursing. We fell asleep together, and then apart. Seb was there. In another I held the Asian baby in a purple fleece blanket as I walked around the theatre. Other people kept trying to hold her, but she wasn't mine, so I wouldn't let them. In my most recent dream, I held the baby (this time with curly strawberryblondebrown hair and bright blue eyes) to my chest and a woman tickled and poked me so I would drop her. These babies are never mine, just somehow entrusted to me.
Last night I had a dream I almost had sex with someone, and his girlfriend was so mad.
Three nights ago I had a dream this creepy old small man with a pocked face murdered me with a spatula in my own kitchen. --Not the flexible kind, but the basic kind you would use to turn pancakes or cook eggs. A huge kitchen knife was close to my hands but I couldn't reach it, couldn't reach out, couldn't make my mouth move to speak. I couldn't stop myself from getting killed.
Last night I had a dream I almost had sex with someone, and his girlfriend was so mad.
Three nights ago I had a dream this creepy old small man with a pocked face murdered me with a spatula in my own kitchen. --Not the flexible kind, but the basic kind you would use to turn pancakes or cook eggs. A huge kitchen knife was close to my hands but I couldn't reach it, couldn't reach out, couldn't make my mouth move to speak. I couldn't stop myself from getting killed.