I don't normally blog about dreams, since everyone has them and i'm pretty sure we all have our fair share of wierd ones. but this one i gotta share. it's a doozy.
I dreamt i had a baby. But not just any baby, a baby koala. That could talk. It was the size of a human baby, maybe 7 pounds, but i didn't have to put much effort into holding it because it just stuck itself to me like velcro. (Very convenient and saved me the trouble of purchasing a stroller.) When it was about 2 days old it began speaking to me in near-complete sentences. I was hugely impressed by this phenomenon, as it takes most babies about 3 years to speak in whole sentences. My friends, however, were unimpressed, and this annoyed me greatly. I wanted everyone to recognized that my koala/baby was the smartest ever. Also, it never cried or pooped. It was 3 days before I even got around to buying spare diapers (nappys). How cool is that? In the dream my dad and I went to one of those big baby stores* to buy supplies, like a crib and clothes and all that jazz. Some reality must have leaked into the dram because i was worried about how i was going to pay for all of it, not having any money. I was much relieved when "grampa" picked up the tab. And just to make it a litte rediculous, while i was picking out baby furniture and clothing, dad was picking out giant sets of green Coka-cola glasses. At the baby store. Oh yeah, and I named the baby 'Simon.'
*one of those store where everything is designed to fit giant, 75-lb tabloid freak babies.