Night of 3rd July 2010

Nana and I are staying in a small hotel room. We must be on holiday. We have 4 children; the youngest of which is still a baby.

I'm in the shallow rectangular pool with the baby, it can't be our first born (who is a baby now in waking life) yet I refer to her as such. I'm holding her in my arms and trying to enjoy the pool with her; but, being a clumsy person, am quite stressed that I have to take responsibility for the baby in the pool (I know I'll make a mistake, so why me?). And I make a mistake.

I fall over to my left, and gravity stops me from being able to stop myself falling on the baby. My entire body weight is falling upon the baby. Its left leg is squeezed off at the knee by the impact. I'm horrified.

I quickly pick up the tiny amputated leg, it's still warm; and I sprint with the baby, and the leg, in my arms. I'm yelling at the hotel reception for an ambulance.

I wake

Night of 20th February 2010

My sister's daughter - Harriette - is with me and she's being difficult for her parents. They do not seem to take her seriously, or are tired of her demands; but I am her ally. She comes to me demanding to show me her trick/be an audience for her - and, empathetically, I agree. I am a little shocked at her treatment, her dismissal, by the others, and my consent is in part to spite them, or pass judgement on them.

Harriette leads me outside the house and she plays illuminated by the braking lights of the parked car. I can not remember, in waking, what she did - but I am a willing audience.

At an exhibition hall, a modern architecture avant-garde building, grey, my Boss from previous employment (in clothing), and his ex-business partner (also from that real life job), are at the exhibition with me. I can not remember if this is my exhibition or theirs, or if it is really an exhibition, or our store; regardless, the same animosity we all had for each other, finally, is present.

We seem to be trying to tacitly one up each other. Perhaps through our children (we have all had children in the last couple of years). Again, I notice a lack of care, or attention, on their part, and offer myself as a willing listener/play partner for the children. However, I have no recollection of their children explicitly appearing in the dream.

I'm left holding the baby. I wake.