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I've been having a lot of vivid dreams lately and hardly remembering any of them, but last night - more like this morning, because I woke up around 1am and lay there for a long while before falling back asleep, and this dream happened after that - I dreamed that we were adopting the baby daughter of someone I knew in high school, whom I'm friends with on Facebook and whose real-life young daughter is only a month or so younger than the prince.
In the dream, she'd posted to ask whether anyone could take her little girl, because she somehow found herself unable to care for her (she also has a boy who's a little older, and as far as I know her marriage to their dad is intact, so idk), and I/we said we could do this, and we got the house ready and got prepared and had taken her - the birth mom posted something about being stunned by having given her baby away - and were halfway through scheduling some sort of medical thing when the birth mom reminded me this was 28 days at a time, a month-to-month adoption arrangement of some sort, where of course at any given time she could give us sufficient notice and then at the beginning of the next month take her girl back and that would be that.
There wasn't a lot more to it before I woke up. The news is full of Afghan refugees and COVID orphans and that's probably what's seeding my subconscious with the idea of looking after other people's children. I have no idea what put this particular version of this particular kid in there, but my brain has always been an odd sort of place.
In the dream, she'd posted to ask whether anyone could take her little girl, because she somehow found herself unable to care for her (she also has a boy who's a little older, and as far as I know her marriage to their dad is intact, so idk), and I/we said we could do this, and we got the house ready and got prepared and had taken her - the birth mom posted something about being stunned by having given her baby away - and were halfway through scheduling some sort of medical thing when the birth mom reminded me this was 28 days at a time, a month-to-month adoption arrangement of some sort, where of course at any given time she could give us sufficient notice and then at the beginning of the next month take her girl back and that would be that.
There wasn't a lot more to it before I woke up. The news is full of Afghan refugees and COVID orphans and that's probably what's seeding my subconscious with the idea of looking after other people's children. I have no idea what put this particular version of this particular kid in there, but my brain has always been an odd sort of place.