This is the first time I've ever had a dream this involved. There was another before all this that was just about an ex being deported but I didn't think it correlated. Usually my dreams are of me falling from a great height or being attacked by a monster and I'm mute so I can't call for help, or I have sexual dreams about celebs and people I'm not attracted to (I despise Nick Cannon but one had a dream we were making out on a golf cart. This one freaked me the fuck out especially since I'm a believer that dreams sometimes hold some level of truth or importance. Okay it was a series of dreams I just had and when I woke up, I laid there for about 30 minutes just feeling freaked out. Starts out at some sort of building where I'm with Dangle from Reno 911 and a few business-type people. We're looking for a room and Dangle goes into the wrong one. I laugh at him and he emerges with a chainsaw that he waves in my face. Not in a scary way but in the same humorous vein as when he draws his weapon on the deputies on the show. I walk to a neighborhood where I call a husband and wife to come outside and see the beautiful sunset. For some reason it leaves our view so the husband and I, along with a few business people end up walking through a parking lot in the dark. We see people dressed like thugs approaching us and at first it's just two people so I think we're being robbed but it turns out we're surrounded by people with guns. Some of us try to run and I try to climb a fence but we're caught. They walk us into this house where it's daytime shining through the window and we wait a bit. Eventually some black women emerge dressed in African garments and an adorable little girl who looks about 7 or 8 walks in the room and we're told to pay close attention to her, she begins telling some brief story about their history. We're given a break of some sort and disperse. As I'm turning a corner to the bathroom I notice some young punk-rocker type grab a rope and sneak up behind the girl. Up to this point I've been a physical presence, interacting with people and whatnot and even being shot at by the thugs when they tried to kidnap us, but here I become a "background" presence and am just watching things happen. The punk-rocker takes the little girl into the bathroom and hangs her. There's a brief commotion, then someone takes her corpse to her father who is one of the kidnappers. For some reason, the corpse handed to the father is an infant. The girl was about age 7 but the corpse handed to the father is an infant wrapped in white clothe. The mother walks into the room and is immediately distraught. She grabs the corpse from the father and he walks off. There's a wolf sitting next to an owl on the floor and the mother grabs the wolf by the collar and starts dragging it towards the back patio door and its clear that for whatever reason, she's going to feed her baby's corpse to the wolf. One of the mom's friends gets on the floor and grabs the mom's ankles, crying and screaming and begging the mom not to feed her baby's corpse to the wolf and this is when I wake up. Everything in this dream was very vivid and potent. I still remember how odd it was seeing a wolf and owl just sitting in someone's house with a doggie bowl in between them, how gorgeous the sunset was, how scared I felt when the kidnappers were shooting at me, and I don't think I'll ever forget the little girl's face, she sorta looks like the little son from Big Momma's House.