I was in my childhood home, a literal maze of afterthoughts. My sister, who currently owns it, was no where in sight. Someone I didn't recognize told me she had died and had willed me the responsibility of her youngest baby, Aubri.
I thought, 'great! I can have a kid without the pain and pressure of pregnancy, and won't my boyfriend be surprised.'
I picked up the baby and took her home. She is about one year old in the dream and real life. In the dream she has red hair like her dad instead of brown hair like her mom. It reminds me that she isn't my kid.
I take her to my house. She is a hand full. I am trying to change diapers and go to work and get some time to myself. My boyfriend is more than a little put out. He asks me why I have to be the one who takes care of her, and notices that it is a little too hard for me.
At one point she is sitting in a sand box. She has a dirt ring around her mouth and dirt covered fists. She thinks it is funny and is laughing and having a great time in the dirt. I am wondering if it is safe for her to be eating dirt when a social worker comes over. The woman picks up Aubri and carts her off while screaming about my incompetence.
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 Mona Christensen
Date August 11, 2001
Comment: I was in a state of distress when I woke. I have ongoing concerns that if/when I take on parenthood, I will suck at it. Most of my girlfriends have kids, and I don't think it looks fun, either.
Characters: My sister's kid, some non-descript people, social workers, me
Location(s): My house, a sand box, my childhood home
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