Dreams of the forgotten child

I woke up this morning from the strangest dream. I dreamt I was babysitting three kids, two older boys about 3 and 5 and a baby girl of maybe about a year... In the dream, I had sort of had these kids thrust upon me as they were the children of a friend of my parents and my mom had voluneered me for the job. My mom and the three kids drove me into the art college (don't ask me which one) and I jumped out and went inside. She met me inside with the two boys but we both totally and completely forgot about the baby. About an hour later, I suddenly realized, Omigod, the baby is still in the car! I told my mother who seemed less concerned and stopped to chat with a friend on the way back to the car. In the dream, I was running, running, through the underground carpark trying to get back to the car and thinking that I had probably killed my parents friends baby. Everything started to go in slow-motion and then I woke up before I could make it to the car.

Since I'm on my holidays at the moment and didn't have to get up, I promptly fell back asleep and continued the dream. The baby wasn't dead but its parents were due back bery soon when I realized that I had completely forgotten to feed or change the kids diapers. When I gave her a bit of food, she absolutely devoured it. Then the kids parents came back and my mom felt the need to come clean about leaving the kid in the car. I was like, "No, don't tell them, what they don't know won't hurt them.." but she insisted so I pointed out that it was really her fault because she had taken the kids out of the car.

Then the parents took all the kids. (They didn't seem so upset about the car incident) and they left and went and got on a plane. The plane then crashed right into the art college and we all had to run and hide so as not to get hit by bits of exploding plane...

Is this a sign that I'm not ready to procreate????!!!! Maybe you shouldn't let me babysit your kids...haha....

For those of us who don't believe or don't know what to believe...

Poetry is religion for heathens... This poem came (once again) in an email from my lovely mother... author unknown.

Lute Music

The Earth will be going on a long time
Before it finally freezes;
Men will be on it; they will take names,
Give their deeds reasons.
We will be here only
As chemical constituents—
A small franchise indeed.
Right now we have lives,
Corpuscles, Ambitions, Caresses,
Like everybody had once—

Here at the year's end, at the feast
Of birth, let us bring to each other
The gifts brought once west through deserts—
The precious metal of our mingled hair,
The frankincense of enraptured arms and legs,
The myrrh of desperate, invincible kisses—
Let us celebrate the daily
Recurrent nativity of love,
The endless epiphany of our fluent selves,
While the earth rolls away under us
Into unknown snows and summers,
Into the untraveled spaces of the stars.

New uses for Old toys

A strange phenomenon is afoot in the bathroom (loo, jacks, toilet or whatever else you want to call it.) Possibly this 'technology' is sweeping the world but it's so bizarre and ingenious that I kind of doubt anyone else has thought of it yet. The bathrooms of Dublin have turned into a teenage girls bedroom circa 1972 and blacklights have been installed in most of the toilets in pubs and club around the city. These blacklights are not replacing the main overhead lights but have been installed inside each toilet stall blocking out all natural or incandescent light as soon as you close the door. This has the strange effect of making you feel as if you've just landed in your own disco box or as if you should light up a spliff and pull out your Jimmy Hendrix posters. This blacklight trend is popping up all over town and I'm starting to be surprised when I go into a public toilet and the lights aren't there. Why blacklights you might ask? Has the Dublin City Council been watching 'Dazed and Confused' one too many times? Are lava lamps the next natural step? This is where the strange genius comes in (and the sinister side of Dublin comes out.) Apparently, black lights are junkie repellent. Maybe the death of the blacklight was due to all the hippies moving on to hard drugs as it is impossible to find a vein under blacklights. Who figured this out, I don't know, probably some ex-junkie turned city-beaurocrat who used to hang out at psychedelic parties in the 70's... but whoever's selling these bad boys is making a fortune, the junkies are going to have to retire to the alleys and the rest of us are forced to see all the day-glo lint and green freckles on our bodies while squatting over the pub jacks. Unfortunately blacklights seem to block out those wet pee spots on the toilet seat as well. mmmm....