what dreams may come...

i've had several very strange dreams in recent weeks and i figured i'd post them...
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i landed at the bottom of a slide/lift platform that was made of neon light (pink i think, and a bit of yellow and blue). everything else was complete black. i noticed a small hole in the wall (this by way of seeing some light through it) and crawled through. i realised i had a baby boy in my care... he wasn't mine but for whatever reason he was my responsibility for the time being. when i got through the opening i saw a room with several small men in it. and i mean really small...less than a foot... like tiny gnomes or something. anyway, they seemed nice and wanted to help me get back up to the top of whatever the neon thing was i had come down (i remember knowing in the dream that my closet was at the top). so i layed the baby on the floor in front of me and was squatting/sitting talking to the gnomes. (baby was asleep) i was chatting with them and shaking hands with them (ok they shook my finger) and handing stuff back and forth because they were helping me. all of a sudden i looked at my hands and realised there was bits of red all over them. i was confused for a few seconds until i realised that i was bleeding. looking around i suddenly knew that the gnomes were eating me. (each time i touched one of them, they had bitten a tiny bit of flesh off me, small enough that i didn't even feel it) then i realised that if they were eating bits of me, they'd love the baby. i looked down and he had disappeared. i started crawling through various openings and doorways (they looked like mouseholes and were barely large enough for me to crawl through) looking for the baby. i found him and he was crying and wailing and bloody. there were gnomes all around him. i nearly had to rip them off him and started throwing them against the walls and smacking and throwing them as hard as i could until i got him and on my way back to my starting place. i finally reached it, knowing that the baby only had a few minutes to live without medical attention and realised that due to all the bites i had received (and possibly something to do with their saliva) i was extremely weak and close to passing out. the platform/slide had become the shape of a bathtub and i struggled to get in with the baby. i knew that if i could just get in we would be safe and taken back to my closet above where i could get help. i struggled and struggled to get in, got the baby in, and then felt that there were gnomes all over my legs and arms chewing. i started throwing them off and still trying to get myself into the tub, because it was the only way to safety, but it was getting harder and harder to move, to even stay conscious...

and then i woke up.

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the second one is possibly even weirder, but it will have to wait because i'm too tired to stay sitting up and typing.