I have three babies, but they're very small. I put them in shoe boxes lined with tissue paper, leave them in a special hole in a cafe wall. My family and I go out to a park. We get back a while later, and I run to where the babies are. I open two of the boxes - they're both dead. They're purple and blue and stiff. Their hands and feet are drawn close to their body. The third is alive.
I never want to think about this dream again.
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