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[bubosquared]

So for the second time (that I can remember) in a row, I've dreamed about me having a kid to take care of. Not my kid, as in I didn't give birth to them, but I was effectively their mother nonetheless. This time, it was a kid I actually know, although she's fifteen now and not the toddler she was in my dream.

Can I just say, "Huh?"

Dear subconciousness

I'm not even twenty-two yet. Can we hold off the ticking of the biological clock just a bit? Like, at least until I'm as old as my mother was when I was born? Please?

Absolutely no love, and more than a little baffled,
Melle

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

See, pregnancy scares me, and apparently even my subconciousness agrees that actually carrying a child is not for me, but. I'd be a horrible mother! I'd much rather be auntie runs-with-cissors, except my dream source doesn't appear to agree.

Thankfully, no "must have children!" urges in my waking life, as of yet. *knocks on wood*