House in Tatters
I dreamed last night that I visited a friend's house. It was an absolute shambles, and the kids were dirty. There was a bed for every child, and yet they were all sleeping in car seats instead-not babies, but kids of six and seven years old, and one older child in her teens.
The one girl, six, was disabled. She had trouble keeping her food down and was on a special formula, and she vomited whilst I was there. I went and told her mother, and she said; "Well what am I supposed to do? All of the car seats are taken". So the girl was left lying in a car seat that was disgusting-she was clearly very badly physically handicapped, but I have no idea of her mental capacity.
I was next sent (with my own daughter under my arm) to see to the infant, six weeks old. He was a tiny wee thing, who looked to have downs syndrome. He had the absolutely most beautiful face I have ever I seen on a boy.
He too was in a car seat, an infant one, sat on the top of a book shelf. He seemed ok though I was disturbed by the condition of the house and where everyone slept-but as I left the room he climbed out of the seat and fell behind the bookshelf-they hadn't got the straps on him.
The sister came running in and said, oh it's ok, it happens sometimes. She pulled the bookshelf forward and he wasn't there. She looked up to see if he was on one of the wall shelves-and it was then that she noticed that the window behind the shelves was open and she panicked.
This tiny wee baby had fallen out of the window, and just that time we heard a police radio outside calling for an ambulance. I was scared-didn't want to be implicated with all that mess, and so I situated myself where I could sneak out when the police came in. I was stood eating something, and feeding it to my daughter too, and this is when I woke up.
It was rather a disturbing dream all told.
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