Note: This was a dream of mine. I have this warning here because some visitors have thought my life had just gone to pot, when really they were only reading one of my crazy dreams. :)

I was staying at my grandmother’s house along with Jessica and Steve. I woke up in the kitchen; I think I had been asleep on the table. Jessica was in my cousin’s room. The living room was next to the kitchen and it was dark. I gathered up my dirty laundry and went through the living room to get to the utility room. My dad was sitting in a chair in the living room and told me that the babies had been crying all night long because they were sick. I went through the dining room next to get to the utility room. Steve was sleeping on a mattress on the floor but woke up when I came through. He had two little Korean babies tucked under his arms on either side of him. I set down my laundry and went over to check on them. The one under Steve’s right arm was the youngest and he was still asleep. The one under his left arm, nearest to me, was awake and seemed happy. I asked Steve how the kids were doing; he said, “They’re sick and they miss their mother.” I baby-talked to the awake one and he laughed, grabbing my finger. I think Steve was their uncle.