Dream last night: I am caring for a baby. It is in my arms. And it keeps falling asleep. I am so happy to be standing and holding this sleepy baby that I fall into a sort of blissful stupor. I begin to sweat. The baby is suffocating in its blanket. Is it dead? No, it is gone. I look for it everywhere. People enter the room. A. is there, too. We are looking everywhere for the baby I misplaced.
It turns out I was sleepwalking and deposited the baby in a shelter. It turns out that anytime I fall asleep while holding a baby, I sleepwalk and lose it.
end of dream.
Really, don't bother with the interpretation. I get it, I think.
