sleeping like a baby

Babies filled my dreams,
Babies with oversized heads and eyes.
One with a robotic looking thing for a neck. The head atop it shaped elongated like a fetus.

On the subway somehow a group of us who were gathered for a reason I now forget, passively resisted the controllers of the train car. We refused to pay, to leave, we just wanted to get back home. At the critical moment when the controllers first came the man across the aisle, eye twinkling, looked at me and said ‘tar?’
I knew what that meant.
‘tar.’ I answered. We shook hands.
That’s how the resistance started.
When we got to where we needed to go we dispersed in small groups. My friend, I and a man with a crooked nose went to an abandoned ice cream factory, or a working one that my friend owned. Upstairs was an apartment (christines? Where lived her mother father, grandmother) with colorful but yellowed wallpaper. That’s where the babies were. It was just one at first, sleeping. But then they started waking up.