On a dark, rocky shore, waiting with someone for my baby son to arrive. We were expecting the boat long ago, but it hasn't arrived, and my companion decides to leave. I consider it, but eventually decide to stay. I go up higher for a better view of the entire bay, so as to see the boat if it comes. Eventually I see it and go down to meet it--I'm either in the water or in another boat which swamps as I meet the incoming rowboat and am handed my son. He is enormous, and I have a moment where I am worried that he looks unusual and unlike his picture, but soon I see that no, that is indeed he.
In a very small elevator with two other people, I pray that we do not get stuck, as I am at risk of having an attack of claustrophobia.
