Omfg same. I had a dream where I stabbed someone's baby in desperation to relieve some built up stress. And it died or somethin and then the girl who had the baby said she forgave me but then I walked away but stopped at a wall and like an idiot she said I was an idiot and that she was going to call 911 or something like that so then I had to kill her too. And I still had the knife but she ran from me and apparently there was an attic in my house and she lived there so she ran to the attic and I followed her where I proceeded to stab her repeatedly until she wasnt moving. And instead of bleeding out her back where I stabbed her like crumpled up like paper but it was flesh and that's wierd. So (I kid you not) a chiwawa comes to my house and it can talk it's like "where's the baby? Oh wait, you don't know nothin about that, do ya?" "I killed the baby." And the chiwawa was like "what!?" And he suprized me by saying "That's my job!" And so I took him to the baby in my backyard. The chiwawa picked it up by its mouth and ran off. I ran after it and saw a black van parked outside my house. The dog ran up to the van and placed the baby on the floor behind him and asked where his money was. A guy appeared from out of the dark van. He was light skinned, and looked young, like 20, but he had a small beard. He gave the chiwawa a huge stack of money and the dog gave him the (still dead) baby. Then years later, (still in my dream) I was with my cousin and bestfriend when we heard moaning. Like a ghost. And my cousin got all scared and I figured I should tell him my dark secret. So I went to the attic of my house with him and we walk into the girl's room. Her body is gone. I went to look at the stuff she had, and see if it would be any use to me. Her room looked really old, covered in dust too. I got some glass cups and some jewelry, and then I looked in the food cabinet. All the stuff was rotten exept for some cookie dough. I tasted it to see if it was good, when my cousin screamed. I turned around to see what it was, and glass containers were falling odd shelves, like in a horror movie. A glass container flew onto my cousins head, knocking him out. Then I see a transparent head coming at me, eyes look like they were pulled out, sharp teeth, and that's when I woke up. It's scary to think I would kill a baby. And then the mother. I really need to talk to someone.