Crazy Dreams Again- The one about the Baby
I had a dream this past weekend that I had a baby. I named her Agatha Marigold (and then stopped to think to myself 'her initials are the same as the American Music Awards...). And then of course something was threatening doom. So we had to relocate. I recall there being a corner store that was somehow important to all of us, and it was broken into and everything was stolen and this was a bad omen in whatever doom we were facing. There was this memorable image of my mother holding two glass jars out of the rubble and having this completely foreign look on her face that make me think she'd lost all hope.
Having already packed a small bag of our stuff, I scooped Shaylee up and then realized I couldn't travel effectively with Agatha and Shaylee, so I handed Shay off to Erin (which, in real life I would have handed the child off to Erin because then I could protect both Erin and the child more easily than having to choose between one in my arms, and one who knows where. And Erin would care for the child more than her own self.)
When I told Erin about the dream, her response was: "I would never have approved of that. Why on earth would you name a child Agatha? Marigold I might consider..."
.... I think she may have missed the point of the dream ....
Having already packed a small bag of our stuff, I scooped Shaylee up and then realized I couldn't travel effectively with Agatha and Shaylee, so I handed Shay off to Erin (which, in real life I would have handed the child off to Erin because then I could protect both Erin and the child more easily than having to choose between one in my arms, and one who knows where. And Erin would care for the child more than her own self.)
When I told Erin about the dream, her response was: "I would never have approved of that. Why on earth would you name a child Agatha? Marigold I might consider..."
.... I think she may have missed the point of the dream ....