Strange Dream...

I had this strange dream last night, and Charles said that I should blog about it. Like I told you earlier in the week, my niece had her second baby. We've been planning to go meet the new baby today. Then last night I was doing some genealogical research. When I found out that my grandpa was buried at Rose Hills Memorial Park, I looked up his grave location. That also gave me his death date. Last night, I searched the Social Security Death Index and picked which of the 11 people with that name he is based on his death date. That gave me his social security number and birthdate. Cool. So anyway, last night, I dreamed that when we went to visit, we were meeting them somewhere. We met up in the parking lot and started walking toward the building, looked like a mall. It was Cyndi, Irma... I think Martha was there but I'm not sure. So as we're walking, I was like "where's the baby?" and they told me they left him in the car. So I go back and get him and I'm carrying him. The one thing that struck me about him was how white he was- Irma told me (in real life) that he's whiter than Lexie was, but he was more white than I expected... Then they say something about how they have the other baby, she's going to give this one up for adoption. I thought for a split second that Charles and I should adopt him, but then I remembered that my friend Jenny wants to adopt. So I was telling Cyndi about her, and Cyndi was asking questions about if she had a good job, if she liked kids, etc. I also asked where the other baby is (who in real life passed away when she was two months old) and they said they left her at home. I thought that was pretty strange, I couldn't think of who was watching her, and they didn't mention who was watching her- if it was my baby, I would have said something like "at home with grandma," ya'know? So then we get inside the building, and everyone scatters, leaving me and Charles with the baby. So we're walking around, and the baby is looking around all curiously, like he's trying to figure things out. He's obviously a smart kid! So then we end up at a room with some benches and a big screen, and some pre-teen kids are playing video games. Charles put down his credit card (much like you put down a quid at the pub when you're playing pool next) and we sit down waiting for his turn. Then the baby starts making like he wants down... you know, reaching for where he wants to go... So I go to sit him down on the ground in front of me, and he stands up! He tries to walk, and I take him by the hands and hold him up as he moves his feet like he's walking. I'm impressed! Then I guess he's walking between me and Charles or something, because Charles tells me that we need to change his diaper. But I don't have his diaper bag, so I pick him up, Charles gets his credit card back, and we leave the room, trying to find whoever has it. Thinking back on it, I don't think any of them have it, being that they were going to leave him in the car. =P But we try anyway... We end up walking straight into a room that looks like either a big bedroom or a really nice hotel room. There's a bunch of stuff in the room, including luggage, and shopping bags, and of course the baby's diaper bag. So I get a diaper out and put the baby on the bed. As I take off his clothes to get his diaper off, I notice a note taped to his stomach- it says something about him being born on said date on board the Queen Mary. Then suddenly it makes sense, that we're in a hotel room on the QM. It goes on to say his name, his parents' names, and so on... His name is on the top and there are columns below it with more names. On his dad's side, it was just the dad's name and grandparents, on his mom's side (my niece) there were the paternal ancestors but the maternal ancestors (my sister's family) it only went to my parents. I was a little shocked, and I remember thinking "we know more than that, they could have at least put my grandparents' names." Underneath the family lineage, it says something about who purchased that report or something... and it was my dad, which also surprised me, because he's been ordinarily not pro-baby. I didn't really think about why he would have such a note taped onto his stomach until my husband told me (in real life) that it was probably for the occasions where they left him somewhere, like in the car! His beanie either slipped off or I took it off, I'm not sure, but I noticed at that point that some of his scalp was peeling, above his right temple. I couldn't quite place it, it was thicker than a sunburn type peeling, and he was far too white to have been sunburned. I was concerned about it, and wanted to figure it out without touching it excessively, but that's about when I woke up. So, that's it... a combination of what I was doing the night before, a trip my husband and I went on last weekend, what we were planning to do today, and who knows what else... Weird huh? I also wonder if the baby was growing up right before our eyes... he went from being in one of those rocking carseat things to walking around with some help. Hope that doesn't mean we adopted him after all!