Sydney's Nightly Adventures

After a party, I grabbed Sam and we ran outside of the building. We found a very dark building, in which I assumed my little brother to be. He was an orphan. I don't know why, but he was. And I missed him.

We ran towards the dark building, and knocked on the door. No answer. We pushed the door and it was open. We walked through, just in time to see about 7 kids running through the hall. "Excuse me!" I yelled. "Hey!"
The kids turned around and looked at me. "Yea?" they answered.
"Have you seen Tom?"
They shook their heads.
"Oh, okay then," I said. "Would you happen to know if there is another foster home in this town?"
They nodded, and pointed me in the right direction.

"Okay, thanks." I said. We walked out through the doors, and crossed the street. There we found the other foster home.
As we walked in, I noticed this foster home looked much nicer. It kind of looked like a hospital inside.
I asked the lady at the front desk for Tom.
"She looked down the list. Can anyone please bring out Tom?" she yelled.
Tom walked down the stairs, guided by one of the women there.
He looked about 5 years younger, but the same height. We hugged him. "Come on." I said.

We walked out of the building into a small wooden shack. There were a ton of these around. Inside were two bunk beds, and nothing else. We put our stuff on the floor and decided to sleep.

We were "awakened" by a loud boom sound. I peeked out the door of the shack, and looking up, I saw a humongous baby. In fact, it was a robot.
It was super creepy, because the next thing that happened was it shouted, "Mommy!" In a demonized voice.

It was looking for its mommy.

I quickly woke up Tom and Sam, and I told them we had to move, quick. We grabbed our things and raced out of the shack, trying to avoid the stare of the gigantic robot baby. Too late. After it saw us running as fast as we could out of the town, It yelled "Mommy!" Again, only deeper and angrier. As it tried to walk, it fell, crying as it hit the ground with an ominous cracking sound that shook buildings around it. Looking back, I see the crushed shack we were in only a few moments ago.

At the end of the dream, I was looking out of the eyes of a baby. It was sitting on a bed, in a tall building, looking at the fallen robot below through a window. Shaking its rattle, this baby cried, "Mommy, no!" In an even deeper, more demonized voice than the robot's. It crawled up to the window, and smashed it with its rattle.