Dreams

The other night I dreamed that I was walking along with a friend, I'm not sure who, through the streets of town one day. I had a baby's head cradled in my arms. The baby's body was packed away in my carry-bag, until such a time that I could figure out how to put it back together again. The head seemed happy enough though, smiling away. I tickled the little face and it giggled. I thought to myself, "maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have a baby after all!"

Then suddenly, the little head seemed to realise that it had lost its body at some point. The face screwed up and went red, and started to wail. I didn't know what to do! I didn't know how to put the baby back together. I ended up handing the head and my carry bag to my friend, so she could put the baby back together.

I think it's a sign - if I ever had a baby, I'd unintentionally decapitate it.