Rebecca brought up this fascinating notion that 'til you're actually settled in a new home, it is quite possible that you could be having the previous tenant's dreams.
this must be the case, because, sweet balls of jesus, last night i dreamt i was a soccer mom.
but it wasn't as simple as that, dear reader(s). in my dream, i was taking care of someone else's baby (as soccer moms do) and suddenly it was time to pick junior up from school, when i realized i didn't know whose baby i was taking care of. they definitely weren't back to pick him up, though, and nary a phone call either. every time i opened the front door he started a fresh volley of terrified screaming, which left me no recourse but to sit inside the house and wait.
so here i am with this screaming infant and my beloved (ha!) junior waiting at pre-school, and then i started having this split-screen dream where junior decided to walk home and i saw him dodging cars in my brain while i stood at the window holding this tot and feeling helpless and irresponsible, not having a clue who he belonged to, only that he had peed on my arm and my patience was waning.
well, a small solace: any junior of mine would be well versed in traffic dodging...