I had a dream last night that we were flat broke and homeless and Lo and I were carting the babies and Riv around in a gian stroller. She went off somewhere to look for a doctor and I was trying to keep my eye on the kids and looking for food at the same time. I kept glancing back to the stroller and people were gathering around it and looking at my kids and some guy was saying how cute Vi was and it was creepy. I remember feeling doom and hopelessness. It was not a good dream. It was a bad dream.