Last night I dreamed I was breast-feeding Rerun from What's Happening. He wore a cloth diaper and his signature rainbow suspenders and red cap, but was otherwise naked. As he clamped his Mouth to my nipple, I felt a rush of liquid leave my teat. He guzzled greedily, my milk spilling from the sides of his mouth and trailing down his chin. I pulled him closer, cradling him in my arms and positioned him in my lap to minimize his effortful suckling. When he was through feeding, I pulled him from my nipple and burped him over my shoulder. I saw that his teeth had cut my areola and a trail of blood trickled down to my stomach and settled in my belly button. I burped him, rubbed his back and rocked him to bed.