07 May 2007

19 days of dreams

Little Naomi still sits high in the wife's uterus, a sign that she is not ready. I, however, have been dreaming every night. Last night, I dreamt she was born while I was away on a motorcycle somewhere. At first this all seemed natural, me not being there when she was born, but as the time passed, I became more and more desperate to get to the hospital. I was shouting at my parents.

This dream became another dream where my brother and I were terrorists.
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