EPIC WEIRD.
I have very jumbled dreams.
Jay had knocked up an Israeli girl from County Cork, Ireland. She was killed in a car accident (she was a pedestrian) while holding the baby. Baby survived, and I happened upon them at the scene of the accident and took the baby home. My mother somehow lived with me and Jay in a new apartment, and I was much younger, though Jay was his proper age. My mother kept talking about how we had to go to County Cork to talk to the girl's family, and being amused by this. I was mostly anxious, and needed to pee.
Eventually, the girl arrived at the apartment with two friends, having been to an aerobics class. She waltzed in like she belonged and they sat on the living room floor, and I noticed the apartment was flooding. My mother had the baby on the floor, and was changing her diaper, and kept putting it on wrong: wrong end, filling it with floating debris from the floor, etc. I was sitting with her and getting upset, so I got to my feet and noticed there were cut onions in the water, and it was warm-ish. There may also have been carrot chunks, I'm not entirely sure. I wasn't allowed to take the baby away and fix things, and it made me really anxious.
The girl didn't want the baby back. She just kept hanging out in my place, being a bitch to anyone who came near, and gossiping with her two friends, who were also bitchy.
I went to a downstairs area of the place and was using the bathroom. A nurse came in and was talking to me about random things, like the weather and what sports Jay liked, and then my mother came in. I yelled at her: "Medical professional here!" So she left, but the nurse stayed.
At one point my mother told me that Jay was pissing her off by drinking all of her Kool-Aid and not buying more.
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I told Jay about this. He theorises that I was the stew meat, and now we're both wondering if the Irish Israeli was cute. I can't remember if she was or not; I didn't have a good idea of her face. Also, her hair was different - curly and styled, rather than straight and concealed - when she showed up alive. It was almost like she was the pious Muslim girl when she died, and when she was alive again, she was as North American as anyone, and a total hag.
Jay found the bit about the carrots the most amusing. Heh.
Jay had knocked up an Israeli girl from County Cork, Ireland. She was killed in a car accident (she was a pedestrian) while holding the baby. Baby survived, and I happened upon them at the scene of the accident and took the baby home. My mother somehow lived with me and Jay in a new apartment, and I was much younger, though Jay was his proper age. My mother kept talking about how we had to go to County Cork to talk to the girl's family, and being amused by this. I was mostly anxious, and needed to pee.
Eventually, the girl arrived at the apartment with two friends, having been to an aerobics class. She waltzed in like she belonged and they sat on the living room floor, and I noticed the apartment was flooding. My mother had the baby on the floor, and was changing her diaper, and kept putting it on wrong: wrong end, filling it with floating debris from the floor, etc. I was sitting with her and getting upset, so I got to my feet and noticed there were cut onions in the water, and it was warm-ish. There may also have been carrot chunks, I'm not entirely sure. I wasn't allowed to take the baby away and fix things, and it made me really anxious.
The girl didn't want the baby back. She just kept hanging out in my place, being a bitch to anyone who came near, and gossiping with her two friends, who were also bitchy.
I went to a downstairs area of the place and was using the bathroom. A nurse came in and was talking to me about random things, like the weather and what sports Jay liked, and then my mother came in. I yelled at her: "Medical professional here!" So she left, but the nurse stayed.
At one point my mother told me that Jay was pissing her off by drinking all of her Kool-Aid and not buying more.
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I told Jay about this. He theorises that I was the stew meat, and now we're both wondering if the Irish Israeli was cute. I can't remember if she was or not; I didn't have a good idea of her face. Also, her hair was different - curly and styled, rather than straight and concealed - when she showed up alive. It was almost like she was the pious Muslim girl when she died, and when she was alive again, she was as North American as anyone, and a total hag.
Jay found the bit about the carrots the most amusing. Heh.