I actually had a dream!

Well it was more of a nightmare, but with this lack of any dreaming I am experiencing, I welcome it gladly.


When I was growing up, my best friend moved in next door. Last night, I dreamt I was having my ninth (I'm 20 now) birthday party at her house (this never happened, but it seemed so normal). The birthday party had just finished up and I was bringing home all of her presents (it was my birthday, but I could feel that they were HER presents and that they should be kept at MY house). It took all that I could in one trip and sat down on my front porch, but my mom came outside and told me to go back and get the rest in a stern voice. On the second walk back, I was carrying a large gift bag full of random things. It was almost larger than my body so I moved very slowly with it. It took me a while even though our front doors were only about 40 steps apart. During this walk, I felt like I was being followed. The same feeling I get in real life when I am coming up the basement stairs. I tried my best to hurry back to my mother and get inside as quickly as possible, but the whole walk just felt slow-motion. The dream now jumps to what I could tell was a few hours later. The doorbell rings and I go to answer it. Standing there is a man in a long black trench coat. The darkness casted by his hood made his face indiscernible. He was holding a swaddled baby(?) in his arms. The baby’s head was much smaller than it should have been, and his face was un-naturally bright red and wrinkly. Its body was covered in blankets. To my horror, the baby was twisting its head all the way around over and over, almost spinning it around, and crying (but it did not seem to be in pain). The man seemed un-phased by this act and nonchalantly tried to sell me this baby for 50 dollars. He was the typical pushy salesman. He kept coming back over the course of the day and we kept rejecting him. This is when I woke up.