Okay, so first of all, I was dating one of our friends. Well, I think he was trying to date me. We were snuggling, so let's hope dream Becca is wholesome enough to have some commitment first. You know, my subconscious is kind of a playa. I mean, I'm really making my way around the group. Anyway, not the point. We were at some place, I don't know where, and this man left his two premature twin infants there. So I pick them up and took them home with me and call the guy to let him know how irresponsible he had been and that he could pick them up at my house. So I take care of them. I pet them, I hush them, and I carry them everywhere with me. They are very small (being premies, duh), so I protect them from everyone, even my supposed male counterpart. Then, the guy arrives to pick them up, and suddenly I realize... I accidentally sat on them. I don't know how it happened, but I out of nowhere I am getting up off the couch, and the babies are underneath me. What?! So I pick them up, panicking, and see that one of them is still breathing; he is fine. THE OTHER ONE IS NOT. I stroke his little baby face, and nothing happens. And... he's also shaped like an octopus. Not that he is an octopus, but he is an octopus-shaped human. And he's dead!!! The father is furious, I am going crazy, and then I wake up.
Rachel, I literally BABY. SAT. I babysat a child to death. I am supposed to babysit tomorrow... is this a sign?! Am I going to kill one of them?!?!?????
LET ME KNOW.
Becca
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