Dream...
I had a weird dream last night. To be honest, I probably had more than one but I can only remember one.
I was with a bunch of family members in a desert like place. And for some reason someone had had a baby, and it was becoming rapidly dehydrated.
So in my infinite wisdom I grabbed it, and by now it was a small ant sized husk of a baby, and I began to spit into my palm. Somehow, my spit had magical hydrating powers and the baby began to grow, so I kept spitting and spitting onto my hand.
As it grew, I ran over to where my family was and showed them, but in doing so it fell out of my hand and began to shrink again. I frantically searched the grass, (cause for some reason in this area there was grass even though we were in a desert) and found it again and it had shriveled back down into almost nothing.
So I again began spitting into my hand and it started to grow again and at one point I stopped spitting and looked and I could see the little heart beating inside its little shrunken chest and it was so precious to me for some reason.
And then I woke up.
I remember feeling a great sense of pride and accomplishment that I had this magical spit that had healing powers. I woke up thinking, "That was so great."
Weird.
I was with a bunch of family members in a desert like place. And for some reason someone had had a baby, and it was becoming rapidly dehydrated.
So in my infinite wisdom I grabbed it, and by now it was a small ant sized husk of a baby, and I began to spit into my palm. Somehow, my spit had magical hydrating powers and the baby began to grow, so I kept spitting and spitting onto my hand.
As it grew, I ran over to where my family was and showed them, but in doing so it fell out of my hand and began to shrink again. I frantically searched the grass, (cause for some reason in this area there was grass even though we were in a desert) and found it again and it had shriveled back down into almost nothing.
So I again began spitting into my hand and it started to grow again and at one point I stopped spitting and looked and I could see the little heart beating inside its little shrunken chest and it was so precious to me for some reason.
And then I woke up.
I remember feeling a great sense of pride and accomplishment that I had this magical spit that had healing powers. I woke up thinking, "That was so great."
Weird.