Last night, I dreamed:
that I had a baby. It was not my baby, though. Someone else had pawned it off on me, and I kept forgetting that I had it. This bothered me because I was fond of the baby. It was a nice baby. And I felt bad for it because it obviously needed stability. But I knew I couldn't keep it. I'd have to find a good home for it. I knew this because I lost the baby for awhile. When I finally found it, it was in a giant tupperware on the kitchen counter. The tupperware was full of water. Apparently I had decided that storing a baby in a tupperware full of water was the way to go. I was mainly concerned because I had forgotten to feed it for five days.
Am I reading this right? I obviously don't want a baby. But what I apparently need in my life is a fish. One that I don't actually have to take care of.
So, what is absent in my life is a low-maintenance fish that doesn't require food or attention and can live in tupperware. And I don't know if fish require a lot of stability, but I can't give that to my fish either.
Maybe what I really want is some new tupperware.