This is going to seem so weird that you will probably think I’m a lunatic. Last night I had a dream I was a baby and was searching for my stroller so my parents could take me for a walk in the park. Not just any old stroller by the way. It was the coveted The first years wave stroller. I searched everywhere for it and ended up in my next door neighbours back garden. Whilst ravaging through their garden shed looking for my stroller I heard another baby giggling.
The sound came from inside the house and I had to go take a look. As I got closer to the back window I heard the giggling getting louder and louder. I was anxious at this stage as it was like I was having withdrawal symptoms from being away from my first years wave stroller for too long. There was an opening in the blinds that a shimmer of light was protruding from, and as I got closer I heard the baby laugh even louder. I thought to myself, “what could this baby be so happy about” and I got my answer as I peeked through the opening in the blinds. The lucky bugger was being pushed around the kitchen table in a stroller, not just any stroller by the way, it was my bloody stroller.
I felt the blood rush to my face as I let out the loudest roar, probably waking up anybody who could have been sleeping in nearby houses. The mother instantly stopped pushing her baby and ran towards the kitchen door after me. I started to scream out “that’s my stroller you have there, give it back.” Just then the back door was flung open and out walked my mother. She looked at me with strange eyes and asked me what the hell was going on. I woke up at that moment in sweats. I’m 37 years old and I promote strollers on my website…maybe I’ve been working too hard.