7 Aug 2024
Dream
Here's a smoother, more captivating version of your dream, with enhanced flow and coherence:
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My partner, our baby, and I were invited to stay at an Airbnb. The room we were given had three beds: a bunk bed and a single bed on the opposite side of the room. Exhausted from the day, we placed our baby on the top bunk after she fell asleep without much thought. I took the single bed, and my partner settled into the bottom bunk. We were so tired that we drifted off with the lights still on, our minds too heavy with fatigue to worry about anything else.
Sometime later, I awoke to the unsettling sound of movement. My eyes snapped open just in time to see our baby tumbling from the top bunk. The noise jolted my partner awake, and in an instant, we were both on our feet, panic surging through me. "She fell," I gasped, my voice trembling as I saw the tiniest smear of blood on her lip. I began to pace, hyperventilating, while my partner, calm under pressure, rushed to tend to our daughter, gently washing her off at the sink. Relief washed over me when I realized all she had was a busted lip and a pouty face. She was okay.
The next morning, we attended a Christian church. I found myself sitting on an incredibly comfortable couch in a narrow but tall room, dimly lit with a warm glow. The space was serene, almost otherworldly. There was only one window, and through it, I saw a portrait of Jesus reflected in the glass. I leaned back on the couch, gazing up at the image, feeling a strange sense of peace wash over me.
My partner joined me, and we sat together in silence, our heads resting close as we drifted off to sleep again. When we woke, we started talking, the conversation flowing freely until we realized we were still in public, still in the church, and getting louder with each passing moment. Despite this, everyone around us wore welcoming expressions, but we decided it was best to take our conversation elsewhere.
Back at the Airbnb, the hosts had arranged for us to stay in a different room. A trusted friend offered to look after our baby for the night in another room, giving us a rare moment to ourselves. As we settled in, I tried to pick up the thread of our conversation from the church, but my partner seemed distant, her mood darker. I did my best to cheer her up, and soon enough, we were wrapped up in each other again, the tension between us melting away.
But just as we were getting comfortable, she suddenly threw up on the mattress. I wasn’t on it at the time, which felt like a small stroke of luck. I quickly helped her clean up, and in the process, she seemed to soften, her affection for me growing as we talked. Yet, as our conversation deepened, she brought up something that caught me off guard—she mentioned how much more she would love me if I tried every drug with her. Her eyes took on a strange, lustful glint, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if I was talking to the same person. But I played along, intrigued by this new side of her, embracing it with the overflowing love I’ve always had for her, even as I felt a flicker of unease in the pit of my stomach.
