Notes
This mornings run was all about trying to unravel the meaning behind my bizzare dream last night. I'm at the airport and a man is walking toward me, very happy, carrying a baby girl he just adopted from India. Don't ask how I know this. So, he hands her to me and I notice she's plump but limp for a 2mo and sound asleep. I look up and the he's gone. So I take baby home and lay on the couch with her on my chest and fall asleep wondering how I will feed her. I wake up and baby is gone! I start yelling, where's my baby? Where's the baby!?". I'm looking everywhere and I go outside to a side of the house and there in the dirt I see her blanket and standing over it is a small coyote. Coyote runs away...no baby to be found. My first thought was the dingo got my baby! and then I thought no, it had to have been a coyote. The end.