dream last night:
gave birth to a baby boy, smartest kid i'd ever seen.
he was walking within minutes,
was large like a toddler not baby.
labor was not painful, baby was also talking within moments:
full conversations.
i looked at him and wanted to name him henry, though somehow
couldn't decide between russell and henry.
at one point in the dream, discovered that
throughout the pregnancy i had smoked cigarettes,
did drugs and alcohol. it was as though i hadn't known
that i was pregnant, rather the opposite:
i hadn't known i'd been drinking etc while pregnant.
people kept reminding me and i'd have vague memories
and then say no no no i wouldn't dare... but i had.
i think we also lived in a space station.
