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What dreams are made of

Posted on February 11, 2017 by wordhabit

The rain had begun to pour. My friend Daniela was teaching us (a medium sized group of people standing in the rain) about something and had to walk up a fairly steep hill in order to dodge the car traffic and not get soaking wet. Once up there, she had to come back down to help drain the water, steer it off the hill. My friend Chris and his wife, Jessica, helped. 

As they came down the hill, I noticed that their pace was quite speedy. In fact, it looked as if they were on wheels! Moments later, that was confirmed when we got a clear view of Jessica. She was wearing some fancy roller skates and the tool she was using to redirect the water also had wheels attached. All the wheels were a bright yellow. 

When she got to the bottom of the hill, we heard a loud gurgling/flushing sound. 

Suddenly, I woke up saying, “Oh, it’s this little one!” The baby lump laying on my chest had just made a diaper deposit. 

What a great way to begin the day. 

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