My baby was born on January 6th 2012.
I was weak and everyone thought I was going to die. I was excited about giving birth but also concerned. I did not want my child to have the virus. I had expressed this to my brother.
“I have a son.” I told him.
“He’s tiny. No bigger than my finger.” He responded.
They(?) showed me how my baby would look as an adult. He had blonde hair and a mustache. He did not resemble me at all.
This facility was strange. Bustling with people and activity. Vincent, Jimmy, a woman and I entered an elevator.
“The cables got caught onto something.” Vincent pointed out.
We were all wondering what he meant. Then the elevator went into free fall. A collective scream was let out as we all held on to something or someone. This literally felt like the end of my life. At this moment I couldn’t help but remember a dream I had twenty years prior. Being in an elevator that was in free fall. Only I was alone…
We survived the fall. The doors opened normally and we all exited in a casual manner. The woman quickly walked off. Vincent, Jimmy and I entered what looked like a cafeteria. I reported the elevator incident to a well dressed bald man.
I found myself outside with baby in arm. He was older by at least several months. He smiled and laughed, generally in good spirits. I of course, was nervous that he would get sick being amongst all the pollution and the population. I was questioned about this by the staff.
There was a graffiti laced movie theater within the facility. Most of what was on display was profanity. We actually sat in the theater and watched a movie. Something about hoes and thugs. Possibly a love story.
“I had a bag with equipment. Video stuff.” I tell my companions as I quickly exit. They looked at me confused.
Much to my surprise and pleasure, I locate the bag in a bathroom. I knelt down to grab the bag and could overhear someone in a nearby stall talking about prostitution. I was ready to exit when this person appeared from the stall and confronted me. It was a woman who I believe was an old friend from childhood. She got upset with me. I couldn’t hear a word or a sound. I felt like I was under water. A camera crew of three entered the bathroom.
What the fuck is going on? I thought.
And trust me. I already had several thoughts running through my head by this point.