I've had a dream before wherein I was feeding a baby that wasn't mine (as witnessed by his darker skin, even though that's possible but I just knew it wasn't my baby boy) milk from my breast that I squirted to him and he was healthy and big and wriggling.
That was years ago and it meant a lot to me.
Last night I dreamt (I like writing dreamt instead of dreamed because it sounds fancier) that I was feeding a hungry and fussy baby -- it was skinny and needed food -- some food I feared was too hot, so I stirred it up and mixed two foods together and it was cool enough for him. He gobbled it up and I knew it was good for him, plus I knew there was another baby waiting that I needed to feed.
I think this all relates to my upcoming winning creative project...
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