So I was forewarned about this dream, in perhaps another dream, or because of some other reason or another. Maybe I had a repeating dream or maybe because my own "knowledge" of what was going to happen made it so, I'm not sure. Keep in mind that this dream had a general sense of unease about it.
So I think I was babysitting, or perhaps the mother had stepped out for a moment and I was watching this happen. It was her daughters birthday maybe, or at any rate she was mixing up cake batter with some friends. At this point she was older, maybe 13 (but later she was 4). Suddenly, her friends were nowhere in sight and she was still mixing away at the yellow goo in the bowl. As if in slow motion, she looks around surreptitiously and ate a spoonful. Then another. Then another. Then, as if I was only a ghost and couldn't intervene (I am fairly sure she did not know I was there) she ate the entire bowl of cake batter. She then clutched her stomach a bit in pain and turned promptly around, without a word, and went down the hall to her room and shut the door.
At this point, I knew she was going to die in there, and either I didn't want to save her, or I didn't have the power (Note: I don't know if she was allergic, it was poisoned, or why she would die from this). Anyway, now she is 4 years old in there, with angel soft blonde curls and a cute little face. Que her mother coming home. I am now visible. She asks me how the party went, I said it went fine while trying not to look suspicious. She's shuffling around with whatever in the kitchen, putting her keys down, using the restroom, generally taking her time. She asks me if I want to go to the gym with her later and I immediately say "No", but then I change my mind and say "Yes", realizing that, although she doesn't know it yet, we are in no way going to the gym later regardless. She then proceeds to walk down the hallway to her daughters room, while I stay in the other part of the house, waiting... waiting.. wait for it...
A blood-curdling scream.
"SHE'S DYING!" The mother exclaims, and I rush in feigning knowledge of this. She's holding her daughter who is slumped over and hanging off her mom's shoulder. Then, eerily the little girl in an angel's guise lifts her head and looks pointedly at me. Her mother is screaming at me to find a phone and the daughter cocks a head at me, her blonde ringlets falling partially in front of her crazed eyes. I inherently know that her mother cannot see this happening. I rush off to find the portable phone and go figure, it's missing like all portable phones always are. I rush back into the room telling her I can't find it, in a panic. The little girl lifts her hand and points with a curled finger to exactly where the phone is in the other room and lifts an artificial smile up that can only be described as extremely ominous. I find the phone and off we go to the nearest hospital.
[Yes the portable house phone works in the car and in the hospital] I am trying to dial the emergency number but I get to an automated machine telling me to press 1 for this and 2 for that. And it's all in Swedish so I can't understand it. Finally I keep pressing 0 repeatedly hoping to just reach a freaking person and I finally do. When he asks for the emergency I tell him and then he asks for the mother's name and I realize I don't know it. I ask her and she spells out some absolutely ridiculous first name and the last name is Belectric. I'm like you're trying to tell me that your last name is Belectric? The operator thinks the same thing and begins to think this is a joke. I'm trying to tell him this isn't a joke but he doesn't believe me. We're sitting here in the freaking hospital while this creepy little kid is dying or probably dead at this point and he thinks its a joke. I rush off to find someone else.
Finally I find some guys who look suspiciously like the doctors on Scrubs and they take us in. We have to wait for the doctor who eventually shows up and proclaims that the nameless girl is in a coma. Then I wake up. Yes, this is the kind of stuff I dream about.
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