Dreamt this morning that I had three kids. Devin and I were getting out of a car and into this building. We lived in Warrens at the time. I was carrying our youngest, this pudgy little blond-haired blue-eyed kid named Charlie and following Devin through the doors and into this office. While Devin talked to the person at the desk, I kept switching Charlie back and forth between arms. He was heavy as hell. It seems that I was changing my name or something. Devin motioned me over and then pointed to an extended room and told me I had to change my name in that room instead. I carried Charlie and walked with this guy that was a classmate of mine and followed him past this casino (where a bunch of men were playing poker or throwing money into slot machines) and I whispered in Charlie's ear that I'd always hear mothers talk about how grueling it is to carry a kid around all the time, how heavy they are, and that I now can understand their pain. Charlie giggles like he knows what I'm talking about. Then I heard someone yell, "Hey, Allie!" I looked back at the poker tables and slot machines but I can't really see anyone that looks familiar but the voice sounds like this guy that was an old childhood friend I once knew. At this point the classmate has disappeared but I go straight to this bar and wait for him to come back. He showed up again after having to go to the bathroom and sits down next to where I was standing. I sat down next to him and put Charlie in my lap. Then one of Devin's co-workers walked into the bar and everyone in the casino and bar all yell his name like in the TV show Cheers whenever Norm walks in.
This dream felt so realistic. It also made me sad when I woke up and realized I didn't really have this baby in my life.
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