I haven't been writing down my dreams lately.  Or written anything.  More depression maybe.  Dunno.

Had a crazy dream though.  Woman in a bad place in her life, had just lost a child, wakes at home to the sound of a baby crying.  At first she thinks it's just her imagination but eventually she walks, in a daze, down the hall to the nursery she hasn't had the nerve to step into since the accident.  Lying there is a baby, glowing with a faintly reddish inner-light, but otherwise in all ways perfect.  Something in her snaps then and she picks up the child and begins to comfort it as if it were her own.  The glow fades.

Days pass.  She is caring for the child as if it were her own.

...well, long story short, she has several close calls and angry run-ins with people and, unbeknownst to her, at least at first, reality warps and things happen to protect her and the child.  Eventually people in suits start showing up at her door asking questions.  Following her.  Waiting outside her home. 

She grows fearful, paranoid.  When she arrives at work to drop off some paperwork, the child in tow, and sees the people in suits waiting, she panics and runs.  They're in the lobby.  She turns and goes back up to a higher floor.  They follow, eventually cornering her and asking her to turn over the child.  She backs away from them, clutching the child protectively.  When one agent makes a move towards her she stumbles backwards and crashes through a window, falling to the street below.

Reality warps.  

When she comes to she is lying on the sidewalk, curled protectively around the child.  She seems to be unhurt.  The street is in chaos.  Cars are overturned.  There are several bodies laying here and there.  Everything within 20' of her appears to have been thrown violently back.  The people in suits are once again approaching her but this time a woman is speaking to her.  She tells her that it's not really her child, that she has to let go for everyone's sake.  Looking around, dazedly, at the scene around her on the street, she allows the child to be lifted from her arms.  Once again it glows with that reddish inner-light.  The suited woman carries the child at arms length and places it into a clear box inscribed with a number of runes.  Once inside we see the child begin to squirm uncomfortably, it's tail lashing from side to side.

The woman is helped up off the sidewalk and escorted to a nearby ambulance.  A couple of the suited people can be overheard talking, 

"Thank god we got here in time."

"I know, this one was close.  They just keep trying to break through."