{fade in…} I was being driven by a chauffeur through a scenic area. We stopped at a day camp area because I wanted to check it out. I had a baby I was responsible for, but didn’t want to carry it around so I decide I could leave it in the car because I wouldn’t be long.
In the dream, I kept getting distracted by conversation or things to look at. I knew I needed to check on the baby, but by the next day, I still hadn’t taken the time to check on it. Finally I went down the hill (it was a tough walk – a dirt road while I was wearing heels) to the car. I was pretty sure the baby would be dead, but I figured I had enough money to hire a lawyer if I got into trouble and would be ok. I was also feeling a little relieved that if it was dead I wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore.
I got to the car and opened the door. The baby was in the front seat — and almost dead. I fed it (somehow I was lactating in this dream with the borrowed baby?) and it was ok. Then I remembered there was another baby on the floor in the backseat. It was wrapped in a blanket and I was pretty sure it was either starved or smothered or both. I lifted it up and its face was all grey and wrinkled. It looked pretty dead, but as I held it up a breeze blew in the window and it started breathing. Immediately the color came back into its face and it was alive. I remember thinking simultaneously “it’s still alive!” and “it doesn’t really happen that way; things don’t get better so quickly.”
Then this baby started pooping. Like, extremely large torso-sized poops. It was all over the backseat and did have anywhere to put the baby nor anything to clean it up with, and of course the poop was starting to get everywhere.
I had the chauffeur drive us to get some wipes at the store [this is the point in the dream where I stop remember what happens exactly] but I couldn’t find anyway. At this point, I was kinda getting tired of those babies again… {fade out…}


i have a pretty good idea of what this dream was about… but would love to hear any thoughts…


weird dream 01.19.09

January 19, 2009

last night a had a dream that george w bush was hanging out with me at my parents house. we sat on the couch. i told him all the times i thought he was a real asshole, what an idiot of a president he was. he listened and shared his regrets. he seemed genuinely sorry and i felt an enormous sense of compassion for him. after a while i felt like i wanted to make out with him and he started rubbing my back and….

did you really think i would make out with him in my dream??  i dont like the guy that much (not at all, even with our dream friendship)!  seriously, i started waking up at that point so i swear nothing happened. i swear!!!

i know it was just a dream, but i feel better that george and i could have that little tet-a-tet. makes it a little easier to forgive, move on, and celebrate tomorrow with sheer joy!  anyone else having any presidential-type dreams lately???