10/9/02
I had a dream I've had before, that I was in my grandmother's old house,
only there was a house attached to the original home through some secret
doors.
I
explored the new house which contained antiques and treasures belonging
to my grandmother, plus many toys and children's books, in perfect children's
rooms which seemed to have been simultaneously untouched and as if they
had been inhabited for years.
I
picked toys and books which I wanted to save for my future children,
since it seemed that the house didn't truly exist and I wanted to carry
something away.
8/2/01
I was given a kid. It birthed from a jelly sac like a kitten. It grew
before my eyes. Unfortunately, there seemed to be seven others in there
that I was expected to take care of. Having a baby sucked. Plus, once
my family came around, they divided up into two camps.
One
camp was Pam Anderson. She wanted the baby to call her mommy. I talked
to her other three kids, one other of whom was mine, about it. They
just preferred her neighborhood.
I
went crazy trying to find info about a lawyer, I had no idea what to
do. I went through phone books and looked on the internet.
The
kids had talks with me about it. They explained that Pam had told them
that she was their mommy, not me, and they were interested because her
apartment was in a much cooler part of town.
I
wasn't that unhappy, because it seemed like an easy way out of forced
motherhood but asked that they call me Aunty I. This put an interesting
spin on the legal problem of having too many kids who had been basically
dumped on me.