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The Journal of Kalikala Smith daughter
04/02/2003 02:52 p.m.
I had a dream that I had a daughter and I almost killed her. For some reason her cradle was the top of a Brita filter. I poured apple juice in there for her to drink. Apple juice all over her. Then when I took her out, she wasn't breathing. I "fell asleep" with her in my arms. Fast forward a year later. She's starting to walk and talk. She's absolutely adorable. Fast forward 6 years later. She's 7 years old. She looks nothing like me. Fast forward to about 16 years old. She sings in passing and it sounds exactly like me. It was haunting. What's so strange about this dream though is that I really loved her. I felt a love that I haven't felt before for a person that doesn't even exist. It's sad... I almost miss her. I went to go check the mail (in my dream) and when I came back she was gone. For some reason this was acceptable to me... and then I woke up. So so strange.
I am currently Quiet
I am listening to the sound of my computer
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