'Cause I Don't Need Boxes Wrapped In Strings And Designer Love And Empty Things.

Dream Recap:

Last night I dreamt that I was in a house going down to the basement where I found a little baby. I knew the baby was in trouble so I took him and ran out of the house. I ended up at some child services place (but it was really more like a grassy field with a desk on it) and I told the lady that I needed to rescue this child because it was being molested. It was just a baby but I was holding it and trying to convince her that I should take care of it. I said I wanted to adopt it and she told me I had to wait while they cleared everything up with the parents of the baby.
I sat on a bench holding the baby but the weird thing was, the baby could talk. Normally! So I talked to the baby and the baby was sad and said it didn't have a mother and that his dad hurt him and molested him and he wanted me to love him. I told the baby that I loved him and he looked at me like he believed me. Because I did love him.
So then I got up and walked around the field a little bit, waiting, holding the baby still. The child service's lady came over to me and asked me why I never loved the father. I looked at her strangley and then I started to cry. I looked at the baby and I looked across the field and HOUSE was standing on the other side of the field. He was looking all sad, leaning against his cane. He had that really sad House face that he gets when he's upset at something.
So I stared at House and I was crying and holding the baby and I said something like "I did love him! I loved him more than anything!" I just cried and cried and House just stood there and I didn't want to give him the baby back because I was scared and I knew it was my baby too.

Whew. What a weird fucking dream. Sometimes when they stick with me all day like that one, I like to write them down here.
.Stephanie.