The dream I had last night still gives me the creeps as I write about it now. Earlier in the day the topic of having kids briefly made a conversational appearance at the Marine House and my brain apparently decided it wasn’t yet done with the subject.

So I dreamed I was in some sort of work or school-ish type building full of work or school-ish people, none of whom had babies. But I did, and it was a hungry baby so I was surreptitiously nursing it and trying to hide the entire baby inside my shirt so as not to disturb whatever activities the other people were taking part in.

Then I LOST the baby. Not like misplacing your car keys, it just disappeared, like when you sit on the remote and it clicks forward to the next scene in a movie and you have to rewind to see what you missed. Except I couldn’t rewind to see what happened to my baby so I had to ask everybody to help me locate it.

I woke up before we figured out where the baby went and now my brain apparently can’t shake the idea that I’m missing my child.

Very creepy…