Our own Tom Thumb
I had a strange dream last night. I dreamed that we were at a baby party with Z, and he suddenly started walking. Then he was running around, and Chris and I were trying to keep up with him. The problem was that he was only about 2 inches tall! He ran down a hall and we lost him. The party was in a student house or something, with lots of doors into bedrooms opening off of the hall. It was really dirty, and we were crawling around on our hands and knees trying to find our little 2-inch boy. It was crazy! Chris was angrily yelling, I was quietly panicking, and even Cowboy was helping us look. But I woke up before we found him.
When I woke up to the sound of Z babbling in his crib, my first thought was "Oh thank goodness, he came back!" And then I was relieved that he's too big to lose under a pile of dirty clothes, no matter how fast he runs.
Very odd.
3 comments:
I think this is a premonition dream that he's going to be an Olympic gold medalist in running (there are a lot of events, my powers don't tell me which one). And then when he gets famous, you will never see him. "Z, why don't you come over for Sunday dinner? It's been so long..."
Okay, lay off the LSD before bedtime.
What does my religion have to do with it?
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