I used to dream, or at least REMEMBER my dreams all the time. In the past few years, if I do dream, I don’t remember very many. Usually when I remember a dream, it’s way beyond stupid and makes NO sense at all, which most of them turn out to be, or it’s a dream that still makes no sense but makes me wonder what the hell happened to make me dream THAT.

Last night was one of those….OMG…WTF was THAT….kind of dream. I don’t remember a lot of specifics and the ones I do remember, have me questioning my own mind…since it was MY mind that conjured up this dream.

……I was in the house when my son came running in the house saying, “Daddy needs you at the shed now…..hurry”. I immediately start asking my son what’s going on and trying to find out any information from him as we’re hurrying across the yard to the shed but I have no luck. Once I walk into the shed, Hubby is standing over a brown blanket that’s extremely dirty and looks to be about 100 years old. I ask him what’s going on. The only thing he says is “Don’t freak out”. I just look at him and tell him to tell me what the hell is going on. He bends down and opens the blanket. Inside was a baby. The baby was dressed in a blue pajama outfit that was filthy and his hands and legs were tied together with a thick rope and then tied together so he couldn’t move any limbs. He appeared to be about 8 or 9 months old. He wasn’t crying or making any other noises. He just looked around at us as we looked back at him.

I immediately bent down and started undoing the ropes, telling someone to call 911. I could hear someone on the phone but didn’t pay much attention to them as I continued to try to get the ropes off the baby. Someone shoved the phone in my face, so I grabbed it and started talking to the dispatcher as I’m still trying to get the ropes off the baby. She kept asking me where the baby came from. I kept telling her that I had no idea, apparently someone had tied him up, wrapped him in a blanket and left him in our shed. I kept repeating the same thing over and over to her and yelling at her to hurry and send someone out. I was getting angry because she wasn’t listening to me. She acted as if it were no big deal that someone had left a baby tied up, wrapped up in a blanket in someone’s shed.

I kept yelling at the dispatcher to hurry up and send someone out so they could check for fingerprints or whatever it is that they do and to send a medic to make sure the baby was okay. She once again asked me where the baby came from. I finally lost it and said, “I don’t know where the fuck the baby came from. My husband found the baby in OUR shed. I’m trying to get the fucking ropes off the baby and all you want to know is WHERE did the baby come from. I told you….I DON’T KNOW!!!…..Now, could you please send someone over here NOW……..and tell them to hurry.”

Disgusted, I finally threw the phone to my husband and told him to “talk some sense into the dumb bitch” and I finished getting the ropes off the baby and took him in the house. I don’t know where my girls were when we were in the shed but once I got in the house with the baby, my girls were there with a thousand questions. None of which I could answer. I noticed when I got the baby in the house, he was much dirtier than I had initially thought and needed a diaper change so I started taking his clothes off. Under his pajamas was some type of plastic blanket thing. I tossed it aside and continued to undress him, checking for any injuries as I did. Aside from a few scrapes on his arms and legs, he appeared to be fine. I gave him a bath, dried him off, scrounged around for something to use as a diaper. Finding only a dishtowel and some clothes pins, we made a makeshift diaper and wrapped him in a towel.

I had just sat down on the couch with the baby when Hubby came in telling me that they would send someone out but it would probably take a day or two. I just looked at him like he had grown three heads. I started rocking the baby and telling my husband that if they took much longer, he was mine. I wouldn’t let them take him. Apparently his mother was an ass and couldn’t/wouldn’t take care of him. At that, Hubby just shakes his head and tells me that he’s going to burn the blanket the baby was in. I yell for him not to touch it or anything in the shed. I want them to find out who tied the baby up like that and left him there. I wanted them to be punished. He said “OK…you’re right, I didn’t think about that. I’ll leave everything like it is and lock the shed so no one can get in there.”

The girls were sitting on the couch with the baby between them and I was sitting in the floor. We were talking back and forth about how someone could do that and how cute the baby was and then we started wondering what his name was so we started saying different names to see if we’d get any type of response. I don’t remember any of the names we called out but none seemed to spark an interest in him so we finally gave up and just referred to him as baby boy.

After awhile of talking and playing with the baby, I went to clean up after his bath session. I took his blue outfit and that plastic blanket thing and laid them out across the table. I don’t know what I was looking for but I started inspecting the items. There were no holes or tears in the outfit, it was just dirty. I turned to the blanket thing trying to figure out what it was. It reminded me of the hooded towels they have for babies but it was really thin and it felt more like plastic than cloth. It was white but dingy. I turned it over and on the back was a lot of writing. Almost like someone had sat and doodled on it out of boredom. I tried to read some of it but most of the ink had smeared and was hard to read. Toward the bottom of the blanket, was the name “Jesse Williams”

I started yelling to the girls that I found out what the baby’s name was and then I woke up.

Tied up babies named Jesse Williams just bug the shit out of me today!!!!!

If your name happens to be Jesse Williams…I am sorry……….watch out for blue pajamas, dirty blankets and thick ropes.

Seriously though……..I don’t know where ANY of this came from. I haven’t watched anything even remotely this screwed up and I know of NO ONE named Jesse, William, Jesse Williams or any other version.

STRANGE!!!!!