Last night, I had a dream that the baby came. I was walking in the park with my mother and several other people. All of a sudden, I felt the baby give a huge movement and then I felt something between my legs. I reached down, and there was an arm. I said something like "no, baby! It's too early, get back in there!" and tried to push it back up. That didn't work, and the baby slid all the way out. It was red and sort of wrinkly, but very cute. Then there was a fairly lengthy nursing sequence - I seem to be sort of focused on that part in all of my baby dreams.
Somehow, this fit into a separate dream bit where we (I'm not certain who exactly) were moving into a huge old mansion where a very wealthy old man lived with his two servants. He had an extensive library and was collecting old books because he was trying to identify the pattern on pieces of silverware. It was apparently his life's work. He had just acquired a new (old) book when we arrived, and he was very excited because he was sure this would be the one that would hold the key to the identity of the pattern. We looked around the house and then encountered him on the stairs. He was crying and saying "it wasn't in it... it wasn't in it..." His butler was crying too, apparently in sympathy for the unidentified silverware pattern.
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