I have two nieces, both of them with Down Syndrome. It's unusual to have two girls in one family, one right after the other, with DS but there it is. Their backyard abuts ours and they spend as much time at our house as they do at their own home.
In my dream Liz and I had decided to adopt a child with Down Syndrome - and there he was, with us cooing over him, tickling him, making nonsense syllables to make him smile. I leaned over to tickle his li'l fat belly and noticed something unusual: his chin had grey stubble on it. I peered more closely at him and noticed that he had an old man's thinning grey hair. I drew back and noted his stumpy arms and bowed legs. "Jesus," I said. "They sent us a midget instead! This bastard's gotta be at least sixty years old."
Analyze this dream for me.
