In a recent dream, I’m walking through some sort of outdoorsy outdoor hospital in Africa with my family. It’s fuckin’ hot and one of us is badly hurt. We’re following a big (I mean BIG African man and his smaller wife/lady/whatever. The dude is carrying a baby and the wife is hitting him and screaming). Some how, the dream me becomes convinced that this is a problem that I am personally obliged to fix. As I start attempting to annoy the aforementioned dude into some sort of subdued (ha! sub-dude) and suggestible state, we enter the nurses office. A rather disorienting commotion ensues and I find myself watching as Mr. Dude hurls his tiny baby at the desk in the corner. Upon landing, the baby explodes into millions of tiny pieces, which scatter all over the room. Some of them make words, though I can’t, for the life of me, remember what they said.
