ok, first i would like to say this is rather graphic so i apologize but it is what i see in my dreams.
there are 3 and they are all connected, i can never forget them, and they have never stopped frightening me.
nor has anyone been able to interperet them. they are not normal. keep in mind i am a gennerally positive person, and that these started when i was very young, and then i believed in nothing but good in all.

this one i had when i was 11 years old, i woke up screaming.
i was following my mom through this warehouse, this guy was showing us to the stairs to go out. we had some work to do, a bus had been filled with metal folding chairs, had gone around a corner and they had all fallen. we were supposed to pick them up. as i began to climb the concrete stairs, you could see the yellow buss outside, maybe the stairs were about 4 steps. well the whole thing began to float with me on it and turned sideways. i jumped off, kinda thought 'that was wierd' and went towards the bus with my mom.
we were on the bus, it was pretty normal school bus minus the folding chairs. there was this blond girl near the back, staring blankly out the window, she was wearing glasses. i didnt think to much of her.
well as we were picking up the chairs, i found a face-down carseat, i flipped it over and there was a baby in it.
blue in color, it was dead, it looked as if it had suffocated. i yelled for my mom, who screams, oh my god its a baby! and runs off the bus the door closes behind her. my foot was stuck. i looked down at the baby and it began to move. i wanted to run.
i looked up, the blonde girl was now staring at me with black eyes. i look for my mom, she is off the bus, standing in a line with 3-4 other adults with her head down, and her hands crossed in front of her. she looks up at me, black eyes as well. i look back down at the baby, its face is stretching, it opens its eyes, and yep, black as well. i was stuck, i couldnt get out. the baby screamed, and got louder and louder with its face stretching.
then began to laugh. finally i could scream, it was all i could do. so i screamed, and my screaming pulled me out of the dream. i was horrified. and crying. at this time praying to jesus please not the baby. that was the first one.

the second occured years later. i dont remember my age then.
i was bieng chased, by biengs, negative things.shadows. there was this one that looked like he was made of some kind of clay. i could not get away. i would run and they would be waiting for me on the next corner. there was no one to help. but i would not give up. i found this house, i thought maybe, just maybe someone will help me. i ran in. they were like ghosts. did not notice me. a lady and a husband arguing. she was wearing a white flowing gown or night gown of lace. she walked to the bed room humming. she had this sacrificial knife in her hand. there was a baby i hadnt seen yet on this big canopy bed. she stabbed the knife through its forehead.
then i saw the baby, it was the same one, black eyes bluish. she began carrying it around, humming to it with knife in its forhead. it began to laugh at me. i said no no no. and ran as fast as i could. i ran down the road knowing there was no help. i made it to a highway, this big mac truck came by. i got in. the trucker looked at me and accelerated, his face began to change, the truck began to float and flip over. i remember thinking this is it. and i woke up, shaking and crying again about the baby.

the final one, occured a couple years ago.
i was older in the dream as well. i was at some college visiting. there was this huge bridge you had to walk across above the city. it was near the sea as well. there was a dock of some sort hundreds of feet below.
while walking across this bridge everything began to go vertigo, like it did in the others. i braced myself and flattened myself down against the concrete. people began to fall off the bridge and plummet to their deaths.
i was very empathic, my mind melded with theirs for the fall. i was sad, my heart was racing. there was nothing i could do. when it stopped i ran inside. after many hallways i found this room of some teacher. nice things, nice lace, nice bed. i hid and watched her go through her drawers. she left, i dont know what for. i went to her drawer and there it was, the baby again. this time i said, i dont know what you are but i will save you.
i picked up the baby. it was in my mind to use all the power i had to save this baby. i ran with it. through many halls. it began to scream at me, to laugh. i gave it feelings of love, even though it frightened me, and covered its face. i remember thinking it was evil, and was calling things to me. i ither had to destroy it or do something with it. the dream began to fade, i was bieng pulled back. i remember thinking no no no i have to finish this. .
i had been running from something. the fear was still overwhelming. the baby still there....
and it faded away. i woke up and thought through the horrifying dream. afraid to go back to sleep, cause all i saw were images of those dreams.

about 2 months ago i lost my baby, long after these dreams occured. i was afraid they would return because of my loss but they havent. but ive always wondered what they meant, and they could always return at anytime.
any thoughts, interpretations are greatly appreciated. sorry if i scared anyone. these are horrible and graphic.
i can feel it in the pit of my stomach just writing about it. they are very emotional.
thank you