A Dream I Had — Someone has a little Black baby. I’m part of a group of people who are taking care of it. It is very small – newborn — but it is precocious. Its face looks adult. One man, a young man, is especially conscientious and watchful. We are at some kind of stadium – at a ball game and many people want to hold the baby. It has some kind of magical powers, great wisdom, large penetrating eyes. It has all this knowledge and wisdom and yet is helpless and dependent on all of us to take care of it. One person follows it around. I make sure that he doesn’t get to hold the baby because I am sure he wants to harm it. I don’t know if the baby is a boy or a girl. I give a woman a towel to put on her shoulder because the baby is spitting up some of its food. We are putting the baby to bed. It is very, very tired. The baby starts talking but I don’t know what it is saying because it is speaking a language that I don’t understand.
