Babies

I usually never ever remember my dreams, so when I do.. it’s a small feat. But the other night, I dreamt that I was literally giving birth… in a warehouse of all places. I knew who the father was and there was no ring on my finger. I saw the baby daddy’s face here and there running around the warehouse and I think his name was Kevin, Ben, or Dan. He looked like an ordinary asian guy. 

My water had broke. 
The baby had dilated.  
Time had come to push.

I started grunting to get this illegitimate child out and that’s when I woke up.

The last time I dreamt about a boy whom I had a romantic encounter with was the asian guy from hook, Rufi-ooooooooooooooo. That was 10+ years ago.

Perhaps I could label this newer dream, Rufi’d-noooooooo.