I had a dream last night that Drew and I adopted an 8-month-old little girl named Amaira. Pronounced am-eye-ra. Her parents were Italian, but she had very, very dark skin and dark brown eyes, and curly brown hair. I don't know how we got her, I just remember her being at our house all of a sudden, and thinking that Drew would be mad at me for bringing a child home.
Drew was really mad that we had to buy an infant car seat, and he said I shouldn't have given Ace's away to the crisis pregnancy center a couple of weeks ago. He was also mad because we just used up the last of Ace's formula and he thought we were done buying formula for a while. I tried to nurse her and hoped that I wasn't completely dried up.
I hate dreams.
7 months ago
3 comments:
I like the fact that Drew was mad over the car seat and formula, but not so much over a child magically appearing in the house. Sounds like the wack dreams I have all the freaking time.
You didn't eat a taco bell bowl last night did you???
I wake up with a start every morning, one in surprise that I am not in NY (haven't lived there in 7 years) and two, that my dad isn't here anymore. I want that part to stop.
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