I've a black baby in a shopping bag, the latest addition to the family.
Trying to board a train, I've a black baby in a canvas shopping bag, trying to catch a train, I meet K (boy's mother) on the way...
She's unexpectedly curious, looks into the bag, the writhing black baby, it's mine, I know, that's not the issue, there's somewhere I have to go, she somehow manages to catch the train, I'm expecting her to hold it for us but she doesn't and I'm running after it...
Don't know why but I thought she'd wait for us, the train is leaving and I'm running after it, she'll get it to stop...
...but the train is still leaving and I'm running after it, hoping to board it at the next station...
maybe London-not-London, not sure, only that I'm running after a train with a black baby, my baby, in a canvas recycling shopping bag...
**Note: Probably related to article read online about a woman stopped in the Caribbean with a baby in her purse - black? Caribbean? Not sure. Missed train a common theme. K, not a common person to be included in my dreams. Another dream that night, complete as well, but I've forgotten...