Had the weirdest dream last night. I dreamed about a baby. I think he was mine; he was the cutest little boy! He was a preemie, but he was very self-sufficient. He didn’t speak, but when he came to me and put his head on my shoulder, it was sooo sweet! Then there was one scene where he was praying (Islamic style, kneeled down with his head on the floor and his rear end raised up) with two other people.
And then something else happened, and then he was running from one room towards me in another room. He had the cutest little smile on his face, and there was such joy as he jumped into my arms! I remember thinking how odd it was that he could walk so young.
This is probably a condensation of my thoughts about one of my churchkids who recently became the father to a preemie, and how I think of the young man as still a baby. What makes this weird, though, is that I seldom remember my dreams. Babies are ok, as long as their parents are around, but in this dream there were no parents around, and the kid's place was clearly with me.
No, it's not part of any subliminal desires.... but it WAS the sweetest little boy!!!
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