I Don’t Like The Name George

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I had the strangest dream last night. Boyfriend and I had a baby. We named him George.

I went into labor in my bedroom and my mom was my midwife. Boyfriend keep coming in and out of the room talking on a cell phone to his older sister (he doesn’t have an older sister) who lives in France (no idea what that’s about). There were lots of Boyfriend’s family around, but none of them were the family that I’ve met and we seemed to be living in a huge beach house because there was a lot of sand on the ground. I remember thinking “Why did we name the baby George? I don’t even like George.” But it was already agreed upon and DreamShaba just accepted it. I did argue about a middle name, because I didn’t want to call him George Richard and Boyfriend did and I don’t know why I had this preoccupation with the kid’s name. Soon after little George was born DreamShaba had a nervous breakdown because, OMG, I have a KID! And I’m still in school! And I don’t have a real job! And how will I find reliable babysitters who will work for free internet access and frozen pizza?! It was during this anxiety attack that I woke up happy to know that I’m baby free (yay) and not in a beach house (boo).

Have any interesting dreams lately?

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