11 32 am pdt [ baby dreams ]

Last night I dreamt that I was in a large house where a woman was neglecting her new born baby. I had to go through some terrific trials to rescue this starving baby, and I knew I'd be killed if I were caught, and that the baby would die. I finally got it and escaped from the house to a nearby house where two women were preparing food for babies of their own. I help the starving child in my arms, it swaddled in a white blanket, unmoving, with it's small mouth frozen to a hungry "O" shape. I asked one of the women to warm milk for me. As she was doing so, I couldn't wait to feed the child. I dipped the tip of my finger into a glass of Welch's grape juice and touched my finger to the parched lips and the waiting tongue just inside. "Mmmm," I said as the babe tasted the juice. "Mmmm," it responded. "That's tastes goooood," I crooned as I gave the child a second drop. "That's tastes goooood," it mimicked perfectly in it's small voice. I knew everything would be all right and woke up shortly thereafter.