bringing up baby
i had a strange dream last night. my older brother had a baby. that is to say he was carrying around one and had all the type of shit people with babies have. so i'm hanging out with him and the baby and he's telling me how he's pretty stressed out about it and wants to get a movin'. it's an adorable kid, more like a toddler than a baby. i start to take interest and i'm holding the kid and playing games with it. so then he tells me its actually my baby and was birthed by our sister who abused me when i was a kid. in the dream i'm not too upset by this and feel happy to be a part of this beautiful child in my arms. i tell my brother it's okay for him to leave, i'm now ready to take over the responsibilities of fatherhood. he's relieved and i'm thankful for his sacrifice to me, for his years given up raising my child because he knew i couldn't care for it, for his love and consideration.
i take the baby around town. we walked and laughed and cuddled. it was great and warm and beautiful. i didn't know it's name, it was just 'baby'. baby had to go to the bathroom, but i realized i didn't even know it's gender. i let it choose and baby picked the women's room. i got the feeling baby wanted to pick the men's room but wasn't ready to shake up the world yet.
next i was being pursued by the police and i had to hide baby in a compartment in the trunk of my car. baby had more than enough room and air, it was like a harry potter car. i sped and was afraid of loosing my child. i finally lost them and baby and i resumed our wonderful day.
what the hell??