We were all in the weird Genvese. Caroline and Gabe and people were all there. We were in this section that was selling these cool clothes, revolutionary war style clothes. I wanted one and Caroline kept hitting me on the head because of it. They were all faded and pretty and lace up stuff. Then I wanted to get hair dye, purple again. And my mom agreed this time, and I scampered over to the hair dye and Gabe followed me. And we got to where I knew the hair dye was and all there was were toothbrushes and toothpastes. There was only green Manic Panic. And for whatever reason I thought this was really cool. But I wanted to make it even cooler with more dye. So I asked my mom where I could get more dye, and she said Port Jeff. So she said she’d take me. We got in the car and we were driving and someone called her on the cell phone about work, and as she was talking we ended up on this weird road that doesn’t exist in real life. Oh! And my mom was single and she had this boyfriend thingy and I was rude to him and he didn’t like me. And as we were driving along I said something like, “You know mommy, if you didn’t talk on the phone and do other things while you’re driving, maybe we would actually get places on time and make it to where we want to go instead of getting lost.” In reality this is something I’ve wanted to say to her for a long time, but I’m afriad of getting grounded for it. We turned onto a road that looked like Mark Tree but really wasn’t Mark Tree but we made it home somehow anyway. There were people from Usdan at my house mowing my lawn, because if they did we got a discount on tuition for whatever reason. And my mom was arranging for me to perform some form of slave labor for Mr. Lewis for the same reason. And people from my mom’s office were working in the house, and I heard some of what they were saying to people. I’ve listened to OBGYN stuff before, nothing scary, but this time it was horrible. And people kept bringing my mom babies in plastik bags. And one of them was tiny and dead, and it died because it choked on it’s own vomit, which was all over the bag. And it was an orphen too. And my mom seemed positively delighted by the fact that it was an orphen at first, and then she was like a little kid who finds out they can’t have a pony when she found it it was dead.

Then the phone rang so I woke up.

My mom pretty much asked me what I’ve been smoking after I told her a bit of this dream.

I’m petrified of babies. This was a nitemare.