The Dreams of Hannah

I dreamed I was in our living room, which was filled with preschoolers, including Seth. He fell down and hurt his back and began crying a lot. I picked him up and asked, "Did you hurt your back?" and began pressing around on his back to find where he'd bumped it. He said, "No, my spine!" and screamed even louder. I tried to carry him across the room, but bumped his head on a doorway and he began screaming even louder.

Then I wasn't there anymore, but a military guy was, and he went to a phone and called someone who was apparently Seth's father. The father, who was also in the military, came down and asked what the problem was. The military baby-sitter responded, "Your son has a condition in which he's emotionally unable to react naturally to his physical surroundings. I suggest you take him to a psychiatrist." Seth's father just calmly took Seth and said, "Well, we'll see," and walked out the door, except as he did so, he smashed his face into the doorway.

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