Robin Williams Bakery | Breastfeeding Problems

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I had more dreams but I forget them, and so now I only barely remember part of two dreams from last night.

Dream 1

The end of this dream took place inside a windowless maybe one-story maybe carpeted almost shopping mall/casino-like building, and I remember walking into a small business that seemed to be a bakery.

The business was supposed to be closing or closed it seemed because I saw the owner and maybe his son finishing up with the last few customers and starting to clean up, and the owner of this bakery was the actor Robin Williams.

Mr. Williams was nice and showed me around the bakery showing me the few desserts that they had left, he was going to let me buy some even though they were supposed to be closed, and I remember seeing glazed donuts and chocolate covered éclairs and Long Johns) filled with cream and some other desserts.

Mr. Williams had a beard and was wearing glasses so he somewhat reminded me of the actor Mandy Patinkin, I remember wanting to get some cinnamon rolls to go along with the other desserts but I did not see any as I looked around, and there were some openings along one wall that allowed you to see and maybe walk to the next business which was an upper class restaurant.

Inside the upper class restaurant I saw a lot of dressed up people sitting at fancy tables and the restaurant itself looked fancy and expensive, I can not remember if I got to finish picking and paying for my desserts or not, and that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

This dream is super unclear and confusing and so lacking in context and details that it does not make much sense and so it seems even more weird and awkward than it already was, and so even I am confused.

At the end of this dream I remember being in a room with maybe an opening to a room that reminded me of the laundry room at my parent’s house, which is really just a hallway with a washing machine and dryer in it, and I know that there was at least one woman in the room breastfeeding a baby on one breast but I am not sure if the woman was my wife or not.

There was a short old woman trying to help us with a breastfeeding problem, the woman breastfeeding the baby had a problem where one of her breasts was not producing breast milk, and so the short old woman was there to help her/us.

The old woman explained that the woman was using the same breast too much and that this problem could easily be fixed, she massaged the other breast until a bit of milk came out, and then the old woman told me to test this breast by trying to drink some breast milk from it.

I thought that this was strange and awkward for a man to be trying to drink breast milk from a woman’s breast who is holding a baby who needs this breast milk, I did not want to do this and I asked the old woman if this was really necessary, and I told her that I could see that some breast milk came out of the breast after she massaged and squeezed it and so there was no need for me to test it this way myself.

The old woman saw nothing wrong with this test and told me that I should not have a problem with it either and so she told me to do it and stop worrying about it seeming awkward, she was a bit like a strict grandmother, and so I went to do her test even though it was awkward.

I remember slightly sucking on a nipple and some breast milk came out, I could somewhat taste the breast milk, and then I said that it worked and I stopped.

We thanked the old woman for the help, she explained what happened and how to avoid it in the future, and that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr

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