thedarksiren2 | The storms and children of siren dreams

There are certain dreams that, in my past, have meant something more than something mostly obscure. Tornadoes have always meant a great upheaval in my life; the carp fish has meant a baby would be born; other fish meant that someone was trying to get pregnant, or perhaps even risking being so. But to actually dream of babies meant death. If it was my baby, someone close to me would pass. If it was a friend's or relative's baby, perhaps a distant relative or acquaintance. And if it was just a baby I did not know, then a someone whom I did not know, but knew their family as a friend/ coworker, and saw the effects.

First, I dreamt I was sitting in a large warehouse. The walls existed, but they were so far away I could not see them in the dark. I was sitting ona blanket, holding my newborn child, sweat still falling from my temples. I could hear that vacant sound, the kind that one hears in their room as a child, and although I could see my breath as it seemed to blend with the fog around us, I was not so cold.

Just then,

haloed13 walked up from out of the shadows, his face glowing red and orange from my flickering lantern. I smiled, and he knelt down, asking, "Can I see?"

I nodded, and when he pulled back the receiving blanket to see the child, he looked almost stunned. He gulped, and asked if I knew whose it was. I pushed his nose like a button, and said,"beep! beep!"

And I woke up to my alarm for the first time.

After getting up to throw some clothes into the dryer and going to the bathroom, I went back to bed for a bit, and began dreaming again.

This time, I was in a hovering spaceship of some sort, strange helmut on my head, a pilot flying me by a planet red and orange like

haloed13's face. I told him I saw no life, and seemed very sad by the fact. He nodded, and we flew away to a stadium in another galaxy.

I sat down in my seat, and seemed to be still in time, waiting for whatever sport would be occuring. And then the perspective changed entirely, and I was watching a large man getting up from his seat, kissing his strange girlfriend with the tentacles for a skirt. Her tongue jutted out, going up his nose and down his throat, tickling his tummy from the inside. He let out a bellow, and said, "Be right back with our FEAST!"

Time-lapsed, and as he turned away from the concession stand, there were four human babies in his meal-basket, still alive and squirming happily, cooing and ga-ga-ing. He picked one up by it's foot, tickling the child as he did so (she let out a joyous squeal) and popped her into his mouth, belching right after.

And the babies were unaware that anything had happened. They had just been born to be eaten.

Never had a dream like this before...I hope I am just losing myself subconciously in the fears of a recurrance of last year, when Andrea, my aunt, and one of

wraptboy's residents passed away right after a couple of baby dreams, all within a month of each other.

Otherwise, these two dreams, especially the last one, do not leave me at ease.