Originally Written: November 17, 2015
I had this dream the same night I dreamed the bound-and-hanging-from-the-rafters nightmare. I didn’t remember it until H jogged my memory by telling me words that he’d caught while I was dreaming.
Two friends of mine were nurturing an egg that would eventually hatch an alien baby (not the kind that needs a passport). A third friend, Maria, was also there. The egg was half black and half white. A man appeared, and it became clear that he was going to adopt the baby alien. He had a request. He wanted to stay and help nurture the egg, he wanted to tell the egg everyday that he loved it. He wanted it to come into the world knowing it was loved. Maria was having none of that. She told him, “NO,” and started pushing him away. I was so mad at her that I picked up something big and threw it at her. When I woke, my pillow was across the room. Maria is one of the most nurturing people I know in my awake life.