For some reason I was the carer for a baby child. Except it was not a baby in the sense that we know them.
The “Baby” was the size of an unshelled peanut.
Weirder still, the “baby” was grown up. Perfect vocabulary. An adult the size of a peanut shell.
This must be my weirdest dream. How does one care for such a “Baby”?
Well, I swaddled the man child in a handkerchief to keep it warm.
I was at a sports match and the weather was poorly, with high winds and snow.
Unfortunately, when moving the swaddled bundle to my other hand the “baby” slipped out of the wrapping and went flying off skyward.
Immediately it landed on the snowy ground, a crow gobbled it up.
Oh dear, why such weird dreams visit me.
Oh Bretrick you and your dreams ! What must it be like inside your head 
Mine are often with people i know very well , we are chatting and socialising and im often younger but with the same wisdom i have as an older person . Sometimes i find ive married again , and the moment i remember im so upset with myself . Often there is a lot of talking to people . The moment i wake up i ask myself who were those people , i never knew them in life and yet in my dreams they are my friends .
Most nights i dream
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Inside my head is a melange of phantasmagoria and illusion.
Fascinates me. 
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