Rabbits to the rescue!

I dreamed last night that we had a rabbit that gave birth to two babies, but would't take care of them. She thought it felt weird to breastfeed, she said. She also was afraid it would ruin her figure. We tried to reason with her and told her that her babies would die if she didn't nurse them, but she didn't really seem to care.

So we fed them ourselves with chocolate milk from an eye dropper. We weren't sure if they were going to make it at first. They just sort of lay around with their eyes half-shut and their little bodies were getting cold, but they managed to grow and survive, even though they were on the lethargic side.

One day the Joker came and swam across the channel to the little boat where we all lived, and killed everyone on board. It was really sad and shocking. He even killed the children. Then he swam away, and everyone opened their eyes. They weren't really dead--they were just pretending to be dead. But they all knew they had to escape.

Then the little rabbits came to everyone's rescue. With the family hanging onto the rabbits' backs, the rabbits bravely swam across the channel to safety, using their long ears as paddles. It was then that we all realized that the rabbits were going to make it.

Children's museum

I know it's been forever since I've written in this blog, but it's been haunting me ever since I moved my regular blog over here. I keep seeing it and thinking, "I really shouldn't have forgotten it the way I did.
So anyway, last night I dreamed we went to the Children's Museum and Erick bought this ginormous video camera to take videos while we were there. Everytime he turned around, he'd knock people over and we'd say, "I'm so sorry, we're homeschooled" as if that explained everything.

There was also something about buying a toilet and a table from the Duggar school. Only we didn't get the table after all because it was in too bad of shape, and we didn't need the whole toilet, only part of it. So we took the guts out and the handle off and loaded the rest up into the van. Then by the time we got back in the van all the kids were crying because they didn't think we were coming back.

There was also something about ballet, a college class, and a breastfeeding baby, but I can't remember the details.