I had another bad dream. I was at the office and a delivery guy shows up. He hands me a box. I wasn’t expecting anything. I signed for the box and I set it aside for a little while. Then I thought I heard something coming from the box. I went over to the box and listened for a minute. The box seemed to be crying. I decided I should open the box. I went over and picked up a box opener and gently started opening the box. The contents of the box became louder. Turns out there was a baby in the box. I was mortified. I took the baby out and she was okay.
I started thinking of who she might belong to. I decided to call the mental institutions in the city. (not sure why, keep in mind I am dreaming) The 1st mental institution I called said there was a patient that was saying she mailed a baby, but they thought it was just her having a hallucination. I went to the mental institution with my girlfriend and started looking for the lady who said she had shipped a baby. We ended up getting lost and I also lost my girlfriend in one of the rooms. Each room came across had some poor soul in pain. I kept looking until I stumbled across a large room with a desk. A lady came out of a side room into the large room and I told her the situation with the baby and the mother at the institution. The lady was the administrator of the building. She knew of the mother and the baby, but she thought it was just the patient having a dream. She said because of the lady’s condition she needs to get rid of her anxieties so she gets rid of things, but she didn’t think she would get rid of her baby. I told her I had the baby and I was trying to find the mother. The administrator gave me address to the lady with the missing baby. I finally found my girlfriend and we set off to find the mother.
I went over to the mother’s house. The house was thrashed. It was literally falling apart. I went up to the front door and an old lady greeted me. She was rude and asked me what I wanted. I told her about the baby and the old lady didn’t seem like she cared at all. I said I would take it to the police if I didn’t hear from the mother. At that point the lady became irate and told me to get off the property. Her redneck son came out from around the side of the house and just stood there with his shotgun. The daughter came running out and asked where the baby was. I really didn’t want to, but I handed the baby over. I went back home and called the authorities and told them the story and they said they would send someone over.
I laid in the bed the rest of the night thinking about the dream.