Last night I dreamed that a woman abandoned a blue little boy, 2 years old. He never cried, but when I lifted him to my hip he buried his little blue hatted head in the crook of my neck and his nose ran the way only 2 year old noses can run. Unashamed. I knew I was supposed to tell someone. The state. Somebody. But what if they put him where no one would love him? I quit my job and left the the city and named him November. When I woke up, I missed the little boy who wasn't and I wanted to tell you, but I decided not to say anything. Boys never understand those dreams.
Posted by Sonya at October 6, 2003 01:36 PMI think that maybe, once a boy has become a dad, he understands. But not before.
Posted by: rodi at October 7, 2003 08:16 AMWhile most boys might not understand (wouldn't want to resort to any rash generalizations, would not I), I do think some would.
Some may have even had this same dream, although there's also a very good chance that when they woke up, what they dreamt was a small child snuffling into the crook of their neck was really just a cat.
Posted by: THE COMTE at October 7, 2003 02:40 PM