Anyway, it was my job to take care of the children. There were two older ones who were able to take care of themselves and a large six month old baby. I carried the baby down several flights of stairs, through corridors. He was mostly happy.
Then I accidently caught his face on a door jamb splinter. The part of me in the dream didn’t notice; the part of me outside the dream did. The me in the dream looked at the baby’s face and could tell that something was wrong, but the baby didn’t cry. There was no blood, just a little bit of scratched skin.
What does it all mean?