At about 6 months my wife & I realized we had a stunningly beautiful baby (I don’t like babies and as a rule I don’t think they’re cute)–pretty face unusually deep blue eyes, blond curls and a charming personality. By the time she was 1 we’d been approached by a number of retailers, including Baby Gap.
We kicked it around some, my wife thought it would be a good idea–we REALLY needed the money–but I had reservations that I couldn’t quite identify. Then I had The Dream. It’s going to sound corny, because it was a dream and not a deep piece of well-written fiction.
My wife, my daughter and I were standing in a corner of a tiled hallway of some public place talking details of a modeling contract with a largish, finely dressed man. Upon our signing of the contract we introduced my daughter to the man who, in turn, introduced her to her photographer who had just appeard from around the corner. The photographer looked like he was right off the *Aqualung *album cover. He approached my daughter and knelt down and gave her a hug…and began to eat her. By this time the “agent” had begun to howl with laughter at us as we had realized what we had done.
Upon waking the imagery in the dream was clear enough to me that I put the modeling matter to rest right then. It was the first and last time I’ve allowed a dream to directly affect a decision in my waking life, but I’m glad I did it.