Last night, I had some pretty strange dreams. The first one was the most bizarre though. So I was dreaming that I was in a mall. I was going down an escalator, and there was a baby at the bottom, lying on the steps, crying. Everyone was stepping over the poor thing and pretending it wasn’t there. I hurried down and picked it up, and he (I knew in the dream it was a boy) promptly stopped crying, putting his little arms around my neck, hugging me. He was so sweet, and I was looking around for his mommy. Suddenly, this drunk woman pops out of nowhere with 3 kids in tow and screeches at the top of her lung “Baby shtealer!” (she slurred), claiming that I took her baby from her. The police show up out of nowhere and start to take her side, until they see (smell) how drunk she is. I begin to give the baby back to her, but he starts screaming at the top of his lungs and holding onto me. I begin to give the baby to his sister, but he does the same thing. The police man tries to take him, but he bites the police man and holds on to me even tighter. Poor thing. I felt so horrible for wanting to give that baby back, and I started thinking about what I needed to keep him. I didn’t name him, but I bought bottles and diapers and stuff for a baby. It was crazy.
Now, before anyone thinks it’s a good idea to tell me “Dreaming about babies means you want to be a mommy!”, let me explain that…. NO, I don’t. I’m not pregnant, I don’t want a baby (or even kids at all). What I do want is to go back to school to teach kids. I love kids, as long as they’re someone else’s.
The second dream was less bizarre. I dreamed that Meggie and I were in a nature preserve, but I forgot my camera. I went into a store to get a disposable one, but I found a digital that looked just like mine in the stuffed animals. I picked it up and took it. I was going to keep that sucker! I went back out to Meggie and she looks at me funny. Then, she grabs the camera and turns it on, looking at the photos that were already on it. She looks at me like I’ve been stealing (which I was), so I said “Yeah, it’s not mine. The store’s letting me borrow it.” So we went all over the place, taking pictures of all kinds of birds. When we were leaving, I decided to take the camera back into the store and make it look like (to Meg) that I was returning it, but then I was going to put it in my pocket and keep it. Just as I was thinking about it, I woke up.
This is not the first dream that I’ve had to hide my darker or greedy side from my sister. I think she plays the part of my morals when I’m dreaming because in real life, she tends to get mad at me for similar things.