I'm standing in front of the old house with black shutters. I hear someone crying inside the house. I open the screen door and follow the sound. At first I think it's coming from the kitchen, but when I get to the kitchen, the sound seems to be in the living room. In the living room, I hear the crying upstairs.
I try to climb the stairs but when I look more closely, I realize it's just a steep ramp and have to pull myself up by the bannister. By the time I get upstairs the crying is very loud. I walk down the hall to a closed door and when I open it, I'm already on the other side looking out to where I've just been. The crying is behind me and I turn, but then I'm the one crying.
I go to the window and look down and see myself standing outside and know I have to yell to myself to wait because I have to get the baby out before the house falls down. I grab the baby from the bassinet and yell to myself outside. Then I throw the baby out the window.
Then I'm outside again, and I know I have to catch the baby and I grab for it, but I can't get a grip and it keeps slipping out of my hands back into the air. I run in circles trying to catch it, but I can't. I look up to the window I threw the baby from and see myself standing there watching and then I realize that I won't ever catch the baby and then the baby disappears and I'm standing in front of the house again.
This was not the strangest dream I had last night.