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Journal myAmygdala's Journal: Rare occurrence: remembering dream

December 25. Most Homo sapiens are mindlessly, dutifully celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ, God in human form, who came down to Earth to live amongst us as a human. I'm not sure why. I'll have to look it up sometime. Was it specifically so that he could die and rise from the grave? Or was it to try and spread the word about how we should be nice? Whatever the case is, everybody is celebrating it, whether they believe the whole thing or not. Some of them, I don't think they ever give the real meaning any thought. All they think about is trees with shiny things stuck on them, presents in paper and ribbons, and some fat guy in a red suit who delivers presents based on good behavior. I don't know which is worse.

Whatever. It's besides the point. The point is, I remembered something that I dreamed. It had to do with me having a fresh-born baby in my hands. I don't know why I was the one in charge of this situation, but there it was, in my hands. It was in some sturdy plastic bag. There was no air in there, only some sort of clear, biological fluid. It was like some sort of vacuum-packed product you'd find in the butcher section of the grocery store. So anyway, there was a little area by the anus where the plastic bag had been heat sealed, and there was some excess plastic left over on the end of the seal. I was thinking, was I supposed to cut through the middle of the seal, or was I supposed to cut open the packaging just below the seal, which would expose the new baby to air? But then the baby, who was all prune-like, would dry up, because it was no longer protected by the fluid. Didn't it need the fluid to keep the skin moist?

But then I realized that this baby was supposed to breath air. But it hadn't been moving at all. All this time, it had just been like a pickled meat item, vacuum-packed in fluid and plastic. It showed no signs of life. I poked it. Jiggled it. Nothing. It didn't look alive. It was then that I contemplated finding someone else who might know what was supposed to be happening, but there was no one else around.

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