I am looking at babies lying on the floor, 10? 20? they are very still. I look closer and realise they are completely frozen, they are all exactly the same age about 1 year old and wearing nothing but diapers. I look closely as they are so still, they have their eyes open. I'm shocked but also a bit overwhelmed by the sheer quantity (and it would be mayhem if they weren't frozen). Later another girl mentions frozen babies and I say 'wow I dreamt of that too' then someone is talking about all the fairytales coming alive and I say I hope not because it will be very stressful and crazy. Then a young deer is shot by an arrow in the neck and slumps its head on the table in front of me.
- the frozen babies seem a reprieve from the chaos of life, the awful fecundity of humankind that it can barely cope with. The shot deer seems to mark the end of the reprieve..the fairytales are coming alive and before I know it there will be Knights on errand, wars between kingdoms...and Im just bored and sick of it all, of people's shallow ambitions, their ruthlessness. I want to rest and have some peace.
But then Im walking arm in arm with some guy.
Maybe I don't just want retreat, but to find my own place of connection. My own world within the many worlds.