A Baby Named Anne Marie

This dream began as a dream about a party and went between two houses that were within a short walking distance. There was a creek that flowed behind the backyards of both houses. My friend Jami was in the dream. She appeared to be her present age.

I don't recall much else about the beginning of the dream except that there were things missing and we were looking for them at both houses.

There were several people I do not know at all who they were. Bruce was in part of it. Derrick was playing him a song he'd recorded called "Guilty of Your Love" which was quite good. Bruce liked the song and it was common thought that he could become famous with it.

There was a baby who had surgically implanted plastic on the palms of her hands and underneath her chin. It seemed ghastly to me that anyone would do this to their child, however it was never clear who she belonged to and the plastic additions didn't seem to bother her at all. Jami told me they were protective; they helped her to crawl better and she would't get hurt when her chin hit the ground. They would be painless to remove when she was old enough to walk and outgrew them.

While I was holding the baby I saw Little Sister, who in real life is taller than I am. In the dream she was shorter. She was the one who told me the baby's name. It was then that I wondered if the baby was part of our family. When I asked her how she was doing, my sister told me she was sad and that I had made her very sad. I woke up feeling terrible that I had made her so sad, feeling that this is a message and I somehow need to change whatever needs to be so that I am not any cause of sadness for her.

A Dream Worth Pondering

I really should have recorded this the day of the morning I had it, for specificity's sake. I need to figure out interpreting this. Still thinking about it.

Starting out, I was living in this apartment in a building that otherwise only had occupation by office and retail space. Maybe I had no curtains or blinds. Some of my windows looked out into offices and stores. It was strange. I had a baby in the apartment with me. The baby never made a sound, although it was alive. I went out to get something for just a moment. Shortly after I returned, Ingrid arrived. Apparently, she was the person who had given me the baby. I asked her why the baby was so quiet all of the time. Suddenly, I realized I could not find the baby! She had disappeared. Worse, I realized I didn't know why I had left her all alone in the apartment when I had gone out to the store! I felt really terrible about that and Ingrid was of course looking at me as though I should feel really terrible and what kind of nurturing woman was I?

So, I had to move. I was tired of my windows, feeling like someone must have been looking in and took the baby. It wasn't like Child Protective Services had come in. No police entered into the dream. I just had to go. I moved into this HUGE place where the main room was expansive and then there were many compartmentalized rooms mostly made from accordion-like walls that could be opened up. However, some rooms had regular walls. Ingrid was there for a moment and remarked she wondered how I could afford such a place. I sort of wondered why I needed a place so large. But then people started coming over, filling up the space. Just about the entire Buchanan family from OLTL was there and eventually, we were having a musical jam session. My guitar strings became loosened and they were inadvertently attached to something else. Despite my guitar problems, we were having a fun time and the music was decent. Tonja Walker and Thom Christopher walked in and disappeared. We looked all throughout the place and couldn't find them. Then, Vicki said they must be in the secret room. Well, leave it to Vicki to know about secret rooms. We found so many secret rooms, but we never found Tonja and Thom.

My husband showed up and he also wondered how I was able to get such a huge place and wanted to know why.

Next thing I know, I'm sitting next to Mr Prince of the Ghetto in a car and he was talking about my husband and other guys, saying I always come back to him but why do I always go running away to go and end up with other guys. My revelation: I told him I have never stopped loving him, however HE is the one who is always so busy with other things and has so many women out there with kids of his and I am overwhelmed by all of his other associations. I tell him last time I gave up on him it was because he had moved in with some other woman that his mother told me about and why was I supposed to wait around, so of course I finally found someone to marry.

Then I woke up.