I dreamed that M and I were in bed and I rolled over and something came out from between my legs and I knew that I had miscarried and the baby was dead. I didn't want to look at it, so I had M take a picture of it with his cell phone. Then I decided I did want to look and I picked it up and held it. It was a very small, white baby. We held it and cried and petted it and it started to get warmer (it was cold from being dead). Then it was a squirrel. Once it was a squirrel, it was fine that he had been born early because squirrels don't require nearly as long as humans for gestation. He dried off as we petted him and opened his eyes. We called him Buttons, after Benjamin Franklin (the connection made perfect sense).
I was very protective of Buttons because he was my baby and he had almost died. We came home one day and there was a dog in the house and something else that could have hurt him (I can't remember what it was) and I was very stressed out until I found him and held him.
We also had a cage with several funny-looking mouse things. Buttons did not live in a cage because he was my baby.
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