Dream: Life, naming
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Last night's dream: There was a baby, a new niece or something, and she was so small she fit in the palm of my hand. I showed her to a man who was visiting. The baby cooed and snuggled in my hand; she was playful and happy.
"But I asked to see life," the man said, "There is no life in that bag of protein and enzymes."
I looked at the baby. I started seeing its skin only as thin biological membrane holding a soupy substance in. It moved in my hand like that lizard I saw hatch prematurely when its egg accidentally dropped on the floor.
I showed it to its mother. "Look at your baby," I said.
The mother smiled, but didn't look because she was busy. "Yes, she's very tiny, but she's healthy."
I stared at the thing in my hand, recalling her name, calling her name, until its eyes became distinct again, until the smile in them was back.
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