A horrible Nightmare

     I was in a place that was just like the ranch. Instead of it being cheerful, happy and sunny, it was really dark. There were lots of people there. I didn’t know any of them in real life, but in the dream, I knew everyone.

     At one point I had to take showers with some young girls, like the way the ranch used to be. They all had a fun time chatting about boys, etc. It was entirely innocent.

     I was hanging out with a bunch of girls. They all had babies. There were so many sweet, peaceful babies everywhere. Most sleeping. They all seemed to be sleeping, everywhere I looked. Or just laying peacefully. I went into a girl’s house to visit. I didn’t know her that well, but her house reminded me strongly of Joanie’s house. There was a baby laying on her couch. I went over to pick it up, and fussed over it. It was adorable. She told me it was 2 months old.

     Just as I was holding it in my arms, a woman walked in. She seemed to be a person in charge of a lot of things. I don’t know what her name was, but she was definately important. She seemed to have some kind of connection with the baby, although she was not related.

     There was also a man involved in the dream. No one trusted him; he was extremely dangerous. He dissappeared into the bathroom that we had been using earlier. It was a beautiful bathroom, big, clean and very ranch-like in that the walls were cedar.

     At one point we left the baby downstairs on a bed/couch. The baby’s mother told me to go down and get him for her. When I got down, I almost died. The baby was lying there and it looked like someone had taken its head off. There were two heads laying there. After a closer inspection, the baby’s head really was attached. I sighed tears of relief, then scooped the infant up in my arms protectively. He was sound asleep. I rushed up the stairs to its mother. We vowed not to leave them for a second, because whoever was out killing everyone’s babies would kill ours too if we left them for an instant.

     Then that sketchy guy came; the one that no one trusted. We were all back on the main floor, and he went into that bathroom that I had been in earlier. It was a beautiful, big, clean bathroom. It was very ranch-like in that the walls were cedar. He told the mother to come in with him. She was reluctant to leave the children, but I vowed to watch her babies just as I was watching the other 3 babies. She looked back at me longingly and in desparation as she dissappeared into the room. To our surprise, the woman that had power escorted her!

     We looked at her in shock. "you are in on this too?" The older woman shrugged it off and ignored the comments and our surprised gaze. She brought the mother into the room with the scary man. After the door closed behind them, I sat and looked at the infants around me. All were 6 months or less. I didn’t know what to do. Before I could even think about anything, the older woman returned. She sat next to me. I was distraught because she was in between me and one of the babies.

    "why are you doing this?" I asked her.

    I don’t remember what she said, but I remember she grabbed the long nail that she had used to drive into so many other people’s feet. She held it at the sole of my foot right at the bottom of my slipper. I could feel it puncturing through the soft brown leather and touching my sock. The cold metal tip was poking against my skin. She looked at me with an almost sympathetic expression on her face.

     "don’t make me have to do this" she said.

     I didn’t care. I wasn’t handing her over my baby or anyone else’s and helplessly watch them die. I would die to sacrifice myself for them. And I would watch her fake sympathy change to shock and I would fight her until my death.

     I looked at the babies still sleeping soundly around me. wrapped my arms tighter around my own, kissed its head. Then I gritted my teeth and forced all my weight upon the nail.

Then I woke up.