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07-16-2010, 05:05 AM
I am on a flight, possibly to the Orient, but I know that a bomb will explode at 11:00 a.m., precisely (11th month?). I feel a sense of urgency because I must be off the plane before 11, but I have no sense of panic because I have time to do what must be done and be off the plane.
I go to my cabin to pack and discover a new-born baby in the middle of my bed. This is a very strong baby because he rolls himself up to a sitting position and smiles at me. I realize that I am responsible for the care of this baby, but I have nothing for him - no clothes (he is wearing only a t-shirt and a diaper), no diapers, no food -- nothiing. So I set out for the baby store on the plane.
I try the elevator (this plane is more like a cruise ship with many levels), but I do not get to the level containing the baby store even through I have gone to four levels. I ask an attendant who tells me that the store is on the fourth floor, and I try the elevator again.
I am still unprepared to care for the baby, but my barking dog wakes me up.
I go to my cabin to pack and discover a new-born baby in the middle of my bed. This is a very strong baby because he rolls himself up to a sitting position and smiles at me. I realize that I am responsible for the care of this baby, but I have nothing for him - no clothes (he is wearing only a t-shirt and a diaper), no diapers, no food -- nothiing. So I set out for the baby store on the plane.
I try the elevator (this plane is more like a cruise ship with many levels), but I do not get to the level containing the baby store even through I have gone to four levels. I ask an attendant who tells me that the store is on the fourth floor, and I try the elevator again.
I am still unprepared to care for the baby, but my barking dog wakes me up.