The baby
I had a nightmare the other night that was like something out of a David Lynch movie. In the dream I was the father of an unusually large baby girl (my mother collected dolls and one of her dolls may have been the inspiration for this big baby). A friend of mine (not the mother; the mother remained unknown) was assisting me in the care of this child. When I noticed that my friend had placed the baby in a crib full of stringy, cotton-like packing material and that this material was covering the baby's face and had gotten into her mouth, I panicked and quickly attempted to remove the material from the baby's mouth with my index finger. While I was doing this, it became apparent to me that the child was displeased with my action; she began gnawing on my finger. In the instant it took to scoop the material from the baby's mouth, it now became horrifically clear that my finger was no longer in the baby's mouth, but in her eye and that I had just scooped out the poor child's eyeball. That's when I had enough and woke up.
posted by BayonneMike at 8:55 AM
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Pretty sick dream Mike. Thanks for sharing it.
I've had a similar dream where I'm trying to help someone out of a car crash that I had caused. The more I tried to help the more his flesh was ripping off his body from getting caught on the debris.
BTW, the reason why I caused the accident was because I was sitting at a steering wheel that came a hundred feet out of the rear window. Things got challenging when my car was on one side of a hill and I was on the other.
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Funny, Malogna.
All joking aside, I hope I was not the incompetent baby sitter in that one, Mike. I have this pathetic idea that God has not allowed me to be a mother because I prolly would've been a terrible mother, you know, forget i left it out in the car with the windows up on a very hot day...please don't let it be me. You're mistake (eye for the mouth) was an honest one for an uncle who isn't the touchy huggy fatherly type, but I've been a good auntie!
So Mike, I went to a yard-sale yesterday and the whole scene was out of one of my crazy dreams. There was this skull head with celtic carvings on it and i wanted to touch it but I was afraid I'd make contact with something too dark to imagine. I guess it was from the guys youth ( I later saw a teeshirt in Marshalls with this same skull and celtic design. Very eerie). I found a working Kareoke machine which I purchased for 10 bucks when this blown out middle-aged black couple took notice and started rocking with it, no music, just holding the mics, and belting their soulful hearts out. Lou Rawls, Marvin Gaye, Barry White, Stevie Wonder... The wife was doing back up. woooooweeeee...."you'll neva find.....as long as you live.....someone who cares about you...the way I do..." They kept it up for about 10 minutes, lost in their youth out there at the end of the driveway, stopping traffic. The 15 year old son was appalled at the scene mom and dad were making on Squankum Rd. He couldn't take it and finally walked away. The guy said he was broke and I couldn't end his dream. Needless to say they were overjoyed to receive it for free!
Sweet Dreams, Mike. Try some nocturnal Valerian Root.
this is a sequel to my last longwinded comment.
Thank you very much for opening a can of worms, Mike. I went to bed last night and somehow dreamed I was sitting for my friend's baby twins. I had not been as helpful to this one friend in real life when she had her twins and I guess I felt guilty after all these years. In the dream, while feeding one of the babies, I lost sight of the other twin, and after searching for him, found him face down in the tub which still had a few bubbles in it. I turned him over and he was unconscious with labored respirations and noisy breath sounds. I had to start CPR and was freaking out! Thank God I know CPR. I was so upset in the dream that I awakened to this heavy breathing noise coming from the fan. Dreams can really shake your self confidence.
Should I open up another can of worms, Gina? Guess who "my friend" was in my dream?
ok, my guess is R.V.
Nope. Look at it this way, you're still in my thoughts and your heart was in the right place making a soft spot for that kid. Who would have guessed that she would start eating the stuff and that I'd poke her eye out.
I'm just glad it wasn't me on the other end of that eyeball, Mike. Being that you wear contacts, perhaps your unconsious mind has an easier time creating this kind of scenerio. As for me, I do recall placing a baby on one of those fluffy down alternative comforters and being concerned that the child could roll over and suffocate. Another possibility is that the child could gnaw a hole through the fabric and begin to pull out the polyester filling. My sister's Boston Terrier did that with a pillow once, swallowing up large peices of batting. The dog later got into a bag of chocolate bars in one of the kid's closets. My sister had NO idea the dog was up there, until 'Boss' came into the kitchen with a Hershey bar, still in it's wrapper, in his mouth. His face was covered in chocolate, also toxic to dogs. He soon began to vomit. Out came all of this chocolate covered batting as if he were a stuffed animal pukin' it's insides out. Anyway, since you put it in this positive light, I can accept my part in this dream, and will take it as a warning with regard to the potential hazards of fiberfill.
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