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 I've started having dreams about meeting my daughter, years in the future.  She's an adult, with dark brown hair, piercing eyes and stern facial features, like she's had years to practice building barriers around herself.  She stares accusingly at me, blaming me for ... something.  I don't know what, exactly.

I have no children.  None.  Never really saw the purpose or felt the need.  I still don't.  These dreams feel very strong, though, like something is trying to tell me someone.

It could be nothing.  Then again, maybe the future has plans of its own.  In any case, I'll find out soon enough.