I had a dream last night in which Christian and I lived in a large chain bookstore a la Borders and were hatching worm babies from eggs. The eggs were very thick and solid and we had to assist the worm babies out as they couldn't break through the shells on their own. We lost one due to shell smothering and were very sad. There was no mother worm, so obviously no worm milk, so we had to feed our two surviving baby worms with a tiny little dropper and mushy red food. The worms had little round mouths at one tip that opened very wide in the manner of a Muppet. I was SO EXCITED when the worms ate that I started to cry.
I'm disturbed by this dream on many levels.
#1 All of my pets either don't eat at all, will only eat the wrong things or eat too much of everything. This causes me to feel tremendous guilt and makes me wonder at my apparent lack of animal husbandry skills.
#2 Do I really want a baby that much?
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I think it was a sex dream.
No it wasn't a sex dream,
and no you don't.
If Jim Henson survived and made household pets, the world would be a better place by far.
The dream would have a different meaning if you were breeding silverfish in the bookstore.
Babies are like homeless people you are responsible for...
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