Nightmare

First nightmare in awhile last night, probably brought on by a couple conversations I had yesterday evening and right before bed.

I was with Brian and another CMU friend in one of the dorms. We were really bored, so Brian suggested we go get some legal-but-ingestible-things that were supposed to have some as of yet undefined effect on people to try. So we went to the desk, and talked to the girl, and she told us that we had to pay five "points" to get one. I dug around in my pocket and pulled out the points; they were these little figures like hearts and squares made out of cement. I paid the girl and she handed over a couple of the "things" which looked like little chunks (maybe the size of the quarter) of plastic explosive with cement pieces stuck on what were roughly the top and bottom.

We'd just eaten, and she told us that we couldn't take them between meals, so we set off to kill some time. Somehow I got separated from the guys, and wandered into this other part of the building where there was a colony of non-CMU people living. At some point it was made clear that I was to care for this newborn child, so I went to see it in the nursery, which was some kind of mostly open room with a couple palm trees (?) and a crib.

I leaned over to look at the child, and I heard someone saying "...the infant's blood and goat's blood." I felt slightly sick, and reached out to caress the child, and all of a sudden there was a knife in my hand and I was making tiny cuts on the child's arm. As soon as I realized what was happening the knife disappeared, and I was again just caressing the child. I picked him (I think it was a he, although I'm not sure) up and started cuddling him, and got really disconcerted because I didn't feel any of the warm fuzzy human feeling that USUALLY comes from holding a baby.

Anyway, it didn't matter because all of a sudden some woman came into the room with a gun. She told me that I had to leave, with the kid and this other guy, right away. I wasn't sure if the gun was intended for me, or for other people - I couldn't tell if she was helping me escape, or forcing me to go do something. I started walked out to the curb (by now the building had nothing at all to do with CMU) and towards a car that had its back doors open. I was about to get in when the fellow I was with suddenly pulled out a gun of his own. He told me to hold the baby, and stand at the curb with the lady. I started thinking that then would be a good time for something really lucky to happen, because it really seemed like I was about to get shot and I just wasn't too ready to accept that possibility. I walked to the curb, though, and before the lady could get there I woke up.