Last night, I dreamt about being asleep, face down, as the sun rises.
Then someone, who I could not see, lay beside me two newly born babies: a boy wrapped in a blue cloth, and a girl wrapped in a pink cloth.
They have tags, but I could not read them.
They both look so healthy. They are beautiful.
The boy was sound asleep; the girl, whose nearest to my right, was crying.
I asked: "Where did they come from?"
The person who has laid them beside me said, "They come from the outside. No one is taking care of them now, so you have to."
The next thing I saw, baby girl's gamboling around the very silent baby boy, who's now starting to cry. She's already a toddler.
She embraced me; I kissed her.
The instance I remember these, as I was sitting on a bus this afternoon, I named her Freedom; and he, Freewill.
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