October 3rd, 2018
In last night dream I remember receiving a package in the mail. It’s a tiny little box with what and inside the box in a stamp and seal the kind a notary would use to certify documents. My mind takes me to when I worked as a paralegal in Los Angeles when I was a notary. I assume this package and it’s contents are to be used in my work. As I prepare to certify documents I notice the package also contains powdered sugar or what appears to be powdered sugar. Believing the package may be contaminated I contact the authorities who come to examine the package. One of the authorities is an older man probably around my age. He tells me he has found a child in the package. This being so unusual to me I ask where did you come from? He seems noticeably nervous trying to put the items back into the package. I can now see the young child who sits beside him. At this moment I feel something touch my side. I look beside me and see the little boy is now under my arm. I kiss his head and ask him, “Is that you?” At this point I awaken enough to hear my own voice in real life say “Is that you? Butters is under my arm sleeping. I immediately fall asleep.
Now back in the dream I see the toddler seated next to the man. I walk over and ask. “How old is the child?” The man looks puzzled. I continue saying, “He has to have an age?” I begin counting in an effort to awaken the man to my questioning. Is he 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9? Visibly nervous he responds he is non of those. At this moment realize the dream has a different concept of time.