Friday, June 03, 2005


I had a horrible nightmare last night.

Usually I welcome dreams, because in my dreams I'm big again. This time it was completely different.

I was small...very small. All I was wearing was a thick cotton diaper and a white t-shirt. The diaper was held in place by a single large pin in the front. The front of the t-shirt, just below the neckline, was stained a dull yellow and was slightly damp.

I was standing inside of a giant playpen, cluching the top rail that was chin height. My son stood outside the cage, watching me with a sad look on his face. My ex-wife and daughter stood just behind him, staring down at me with broad smiles.

I tried to speak. I wanted out. I needed clothes. But for some reason, all I could do was babble. My family laughed at my attempts to communicate. I screamed when my daughter's giant hand reached down and patted the very top of my head, much like someone would comfort a treasured pet. I woke up in a cold sweat.

And a very wet diaper.


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