Another Dream: This One Has a Hairy Baby
I had a dream I gave birth. It was fairly painless....whoop....out pops a little baby which I was not really expecting and entirely unprepared for. I wrapped it up and carried it around with me all day. At the end of the day I realized, 'shit- I have to feed this thing.' But, I had no formula. So the baby turned into a cat and jumped out of my arms and kind of sulked around the apartment. For a while I thought, hey, a cat is better than a baby in a lot of ways. Then I think, but I don't really like cats, my boyfriend is allergic, and I hate the smell of liter. Plus, I have to feed this thing now and I have no cat food. I decide I'd rather have a baby after all. I pick up the aloof cat, and set it on the counter near the sink, where, it turned back into a baby. As I was urging the excessively smiley baby to stay a baby, I noticed it's legs were still pretty hairy. Not like a cat, but like a woman who shaves her legs and forgot for a few weeks.
And last night, separate dream, I had a dream in which Barack Obama was hanging out on the side of South Lakeshore Dr., waiting to shake hands with the passengers of passing cars. We slowed down so I could shake his hand, but it was all so sudden and unexpected that I didn't have a chance to wipe off the makeup that was covering my hand. I shook his hand with my hand covered in makeup. He looked disgusted, and deeply disappointed in me.
And last night, separate dream, I had a dream in which Barack Obama was hanging out on the side of South Lakeshore Dr., waiting to shake hands with the passengers of passing cars. We slowed down so I could shake his hand, but it was all so sudden and unexpected that I didn't have a chance to wipe off the makeup that was covering my hand. I shook his hand with my hand covered in makeup. He looked disgusted, and deeply disappointed in me.