I had a dream last night where I held myself as an infant.
Napping and cooing quietly, my infant-self was cradled in my own arms.
What does this mean? I honestly have no clue.
One possible explanation I’ve arrived at is that, perhaps, I’m holding on to the past. This is one possible symbolism you might take from this, but at the same time, I don’t think I am holding on to the past in the slightest. I hate the past. The past is awful. Never once in my life have I looked back at the past and said to myself, “those were the glory days.” Absolutely not. I haven’t experienced my glory days yet, I certainly am not experiencing my glory days right now, and, in all honesty, it doesn’t look like I will be experiencing my glory days for a number of years to come.
What might the dream mean, then?
Another possible explanation is that, perhaps, I’m my own protector. I find this possibility more likely than the previous one. Tending to play by my own rules and live by my own moral code, I guess I sort of am my own guardian in a sense.
After picking him up baby-me and nestling him in my arms, he stopped fussing. My infant-self and I were at total peace together. Complete harmony.
Another possible explanation is that I’m destined for the single-life, which would be incredibly upsetting. I would dread being the center of my own world. I already wish I could distance myself from myself, so the idea of spending the rest of my life with only myself is terribly sad.
Another possible explanation is that it’s time for me to have a child. I think this is the least likely explanation (right next to the above explanation– the one where I die alone). I’m not ready to be a father—not yet. Would I be a great father if I had to have a child right now? Absolutely. I’m fantastic with babies. That being said, financially supporting and emotionally connecting with a child right now would be rather difficult for me. My schedule is pretty jam-packed, so I’d only get a few minutes to hang out with my baby every day.
The most likely explanation, I’ve realized, is that it’s time for me to clone myself.
I need to clone my DNA and raise the baby-version of myself (he’s not technically my child, because it’s really just me, but younger).
I think I’m being called to clone myself every 20 or so years, essentially mentoring my younger self, grooming him to take over for me. This way, the CEO & Co-Founder of Bloodclot Films remains ageless and invincible, carrying on my (or should I say “our”) legacy for billions of years to come.
Until next time,
Michael J. Erickson, CEO & Co-Founder
