The Baby
Dreamt that I was standing on some rocks by a beach. There were some people there. Maybe they were a family. Half of them were laying on the ground bleeding. I don’t remember how they got that way.
I was cradling something in my arms and rocked it back and forth. Was it a child or a pet? I am not entirely sure now. I kept repeating, “My baby, my baby, my baby.”
Black and white photo of creepy life-like baby doll. Location: Detroit, Michigan, USA.
Filed under: dreams,photography,writing - @ 13 October 2012 07:10
Tags: art, dreams, photography, writing