12-28-09

It's nighttime and I'm wearing a thin nightgown with nothing on underneath. I enter a room where a man, who reminds me of actor Chris Noth is told he is pregnant. He lays on a table and I lay next to him with my arm around his and he begins contractions. He's now bald and I ask "How are we doing this?" And the woman nurse practitioner says "Naturally." I don't look, and I really don't want to know.

Then he asks, "What race and gender is it?" "It's a black boy" she tells him.

Then a black woman comes into the room and is upset that her seed was used to impregnate him but she wants to know her son.

Then I'm back outside in my thin nightgown swinging on a swing at a place like the old school yard at the grade school I went to as a kid. A strange man in a suit comes up and sits on the swing next to me and I'm uncomfortable and think about calling someone for a ride home. I don't want to walk in the dark, alone, and in this condition.

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