2006/10/21
So, I had another odd dream last night. No sex in this one, though.

I was the parent of a four month old baby. Somehow, for some time during the day after four months, the baby left my sight. Perhaps I was cleaning in another room and it was napping in its bedroom, it wasn't explained.

But then the baby disappears.

Sometime later, there's a robbery at either a very large store or the mall, and my baby is used as a hostage. Its arm is broken during it, and it dies.

I'm absolutely distraught, of course. But what's worse, it was a huge mall with tons of people, and no one saw anything. No one wants to talk at all about what happened. So the police haven't gotten anywhere on who the suspects are, except that there were four of them.

So I'm trying everything to find out about what happened and none of it does any good. Finally, after exhausting all resources, I decided to ask everyone in the city. I got a picture of my baby, and a friend was supposed to be helping (asking people in one direction while I go the other to cover more ground).

I started going door to door asking every single person if they had seen that baby, and then explaining what happened to the baby. The only door I particularly remember is this lady's front door, who said she knew nothing. But then she shouted across the street to her neighbor, Luigi, and told him to talk to me about it.
At that point I had a brief thought, "These people aren't going to know anything, why even bother asking..." That was quickly swept away though, "I can't skip over people, I have to check everyone. Anyone might know something."

I went over to talk to the man, teary-eyed and explaining what happened. He seemed to get nervous, and I was about to write him down as someone to 'check later' when he responded.
He said that as far as he knew, the baby was only supposed to be used as a hostage and wasn't supposed to die. Of course, I was shocked.

From there, he confessed to what happened and outted the other people who did it. I remember sitting in a large bedroom (buh?) where there was supposed to be an investigator and another man, and the other three suspects were coming.

Now, the other three suspects were evil old men. Some were missing body parts... Actually, one was only a head (how did he walk/breathe/live? The world will never know). As they hobbled into the room they didn't care about what happened. They weren't regretful at all.

They angered me so much that I grabbed a stick and started beating them. Luckily, the investigator and other man seemed to not care and looked the other way.
Oh, just kidding, there was sex. In a very strange way. As I was beating them they were on the ground. Somehow the one that was only a head got between another one's legs, and he started giving him oral sex. Which was incredibly odd. I couldn't figure out for the life of him why he would do that. But it made me even angrier because I didn't want any of them to feel any pleasure, so I started beating him more.
They ended up in jail and I remember feeling more sorry for the younger man who regretted what happened and hoping the weird old men suffered a lot.

This was a very strange dream in a lot of ways. First, I had a small baby. My kids are almost always adults in dreams (and yet, I will still be young). Also, there was fear. Going door to door at stranger's houses is not a safe thing, not even in dreams. But I went anyway.
And one of the oddest things... When the bad guys finally showed up, I didn't run away. Yes, they were crippled old men, but they also managed to hold up an entire mall, so they weren't incapable of being dangerous. I not only faced them, but I started beating the living tar out of them. Usually, when there's a bad guy, he's very powerful and dangerous. Almost an omnipotent being.
Then again, usually when there's a bad guy, they're after me. These guys killed my child, and I just didn't care anymore how dangerous they were, I was going to make them pay.
It was all eerie, but a seemingly complete story.