I dreamt I was pregnant. And I didn’t know my baby-daddy that well. He was cute – tall, thin, handsome, but I felt estranged from him. We were sitting in a public sort of library-esque living room, with a tree in it. A sort of therapist woman said to me about the baby-daddy: Here, sit on his lap, right here, against this tree, and share with him how you’re feeling. The daddy leaned against the tree, I climbed onto his lap, and he hugged me around my belly. I said, well….so much has been going on! It’s crazy growing a little baby in there. Blah blah blah. We talked about how we were both feeling and I thought to myself, “I wish Danny was the baby’s daddy, this guy is so aloof.”
Then we both looked down at the side of my belly and gasped! There was a clear plastic window in my side, exposing the clear watery womb within! And there was the baby, sort of hanging in a hammock underwater! We gasped! He was so tiny! But not like a baby at all! “He’s a boy! No – he’s more like a man! A tiny man! With a beard and mustache!” we cried out. Lying underwater was a tiny man, the size of a Ken doll. He looked just like actor Luke Wilson, but with a long Jesus beard and scraggly grown-out brown hair. Oh my!! Then he looked through the plastic at us and made a panicked expression. He pulled his umbilical cord from his belly, like unplugging from a space ship. He was fully dressed. He then bolted from my belly and started running across the room. We chased – knocking by other people sitting in tables and chairs and drawing some attention. He reached the other side of the room and managed to scale the wall before we could grab him.
He had found a tiny doll-sized suitcase and things to pack in it. He’d also found a long wintry woolen trench coat and underclothes. He layered his clothing, and packed everything he could into his tiny suitcase, and yelled at us from atop the very high bookshelf. “I’ve spent four long years trapped in there, and if it kills me, I’m headed out now to cross the desert!” We knew he was wearing way too many warm layers for desert heat and felt instinctively that he was on a deliberate suicide mission. “No, we cried! You can’t! You’ll die!”
