The other night, I was laying in bed and I heard Robyn mumbling something about a baby. I couldn't quite understand what she was saying. I asked her what she said, and she responded, "I was talking about Otis, our son."
I thought this was hilarious. "She thinks we have a son." I giggled to myself, "she thinks we would name him Otis."
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| This was the picture I had in my head, of what she must be dreaming about. |
I remember thinking, "This is gonna be awesome to write about on my blog."
And then I woke up. That's right. The whole thing never happened. It was a dream.
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| This is a more accurate picture of the truth |
I had to hang my head in sadness. It was my brain that invented Otis. But at least I was still able to share Otis with all of you.
P.S. If there ever was a dream that needed analyzing, this is it. So do share your theories.
Someone implanted the idea of Otis into your subconsciousness like in Inception.
ReplyDeleteI like the name otis for a son. If you don't use it, I will!
ReplyDeleteYou are clearly meant to have a son named Otis. Robyn just didn't dare tell you she loves the name, so she infiltrated your dreams to let you know.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure how I feel about Otis. Lets just wait and see how we feel about it when we actually have a son to name.
ReplyDeleteOh and that is super funny that you dreamed about me talking in my sleep.
Jeffery Otis Stockett...has a certain ring to it.
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