Dream Journal
I had a small baby girl who looked like a small trinket. She was peach colored, made of clay, and fit in my pocket: about one inch long and a quarter inch in diameter. All of a sudden I couldn’t find her. I asked B if he had the baby, but he though I had the baby. I searched and searched through all my pockets and in my right coat pocket found a clump of clay that was hard and dry. I was scared I had killed her.