Clinical Care

Date: 12/22/2018

I stumbled into this clinic building place where you can go to be babied. You get treated like a baby there, cared for with extreme attention to detail. Diapers and toys and meal times on the floor eating from kids dishes. Etc. I was surprised at the place, went once and felt it was weird but went again and started to get used to it. A kid (adult really) stole my favorite placemat which featured Ariel from the little mermaid. But later I got it, and a few other little mermaid themed things. I think a blanket? I wanted to stay because the care was so nice. I finally did stay the night, my dog stayed with me, but in the morning I had to get back to school, to college, and I put my dog in my messenger bag and walked with her sleeping and warm inside it. As shes a Dalmatian it was unusual to have a big dog in a messager bag. The bag was pretty big, but not shaped like a duffle. Anyway I kept going back. It was addictive and I think you could get paid if they chose you to be a model. But the models which lasted the longest were pregnant. There were a lot of pregnant models there. One girl had had something happen in her last pregnancy, a disease which made her body only think it was pregnant permanently, and also she was able to control this mentally. She was one of the top valued models. Later I began having an affair with a staff member on this long office building. I think the office was a part of that babied service. But this woman I began having an affair with was my mother. She seems young, though my age, and a streetwise version. Actually she was pretty cool and didn't resemble my mother in real life but she was in the dream and the relationship was illicit. We hid it for a long time. Then she turned into a Dude, not through a sex change but through dream logic, this big burley dude which muscles and a vigilante complex. He was susing out a bad guy at this place and he and I shouldnt be together, it was frowned on by the place. But we did and he was fun, and I matched him in spontaneousness. I recall one time in his room after sex we began shooting up the whole room with a gun. He shot upside down crosses into everything for me and to shock him I patch him shot for shot by shocking him with my ability to switch a target and aim under things like his body playing twister with me on the floor. I hit a teachup he was holding with that shot under his knee. It was very impressive. But there were cameras watching him which made me feel as if they could catch us at anytime fraternizing and just were allowing it until it was useful to. I found a huge bag of coins in the closet, a laundry bag but really really big full of coins. I began picking out quarters with glee but realized there were other silver coins to, stuff I'd never seen before as currency. One coin I found was as large as my palm and was in the shape of a cat head, the cat from Emily the Strange comics. I was so thrilled.