Entry 91

Written 30 May 2020, 10:30am, Saturday:

Driving around we arrive at a sort of ranch house, not fancy but well-lived in. I think there’s a small garden patch outside. I walk up to the house, there’s something I need , looking for a phone maybe, or something connected to my phone, I don’t know. The door is open, but I see no one inside. I go into the living room. I assume people are sleeping in the bedroom, but I don’t go there to my right. I walk around the couch or daybed in the middle of the living room. The place is a little messy, like as if there was just a party, but it wasn’t dirty or trashed, like the party was a child’s. There’s a balloon tied to the back of a chair in the dining area. Having walked around, I go back out, stand out by the door and call out, or make myself heard, knock of the door. There’s a baby I see now sleeping on the daybed. It’s woken up and got out, walked towards me. I was surprised it wasn’t afraid of me, a stranger. I waited outside so when the baby’s parents come out they won’t be frightened. The baby seemed to be saying something, communicating something to me I couldn’t understand.