Monday, June 28, 2010
In my dream you had a baby, it was born prematurly.
I had to get you and the baby to the hospital.
The baby was tiny, I held her in my feast, but her body was proportioned like and adult.
She had long brown hair, like mine.
I couldn't find the way to the right ward, and you were dragging behind, you were being so mean, insulting me, laughing at me. I used my other hand to drag you. You kept blaming me for things I knew I didn't do and I kept saying "fine, fine, we'll talk about it later".
Between my one hand holding your wrist and the other holding the baby, I had to drop all of my stuff, my hat, my jacket, my handbag, and just run and run, with you dragging me back.
When I woke up my fist was cletched so hard and my hand was full of sweat.