First, the dream as it last occured (last night):

I was washing dishes in a hospital. There was an incubator with a baby in it next to my work area. I don't know why the newborn area was mixed in with the kitchen. I spilled water next to the incubator. I went upstairs to get a mop.

I saw an old co-worker from my real life. She was working at a station. I asked her for a mop so no one would slip and hurt the baby. She took her time finding the mop. She was a lazy person in real life and she acted the same in this dream.

She finally gave me the mop. I went to go back down the stairs, but I fell in neck-deep, sudsy water. I waded over to the incubator. The neck-deep water splashed around me and fell away.

The incubator now had a large hole in it and was covered in rust. There was a stream of rusty water coming from it and flowing across the floor. It looked like it had been blasted open years ago. I stopped and stared at it for a moment, then I approached. The baby was covered in rust and was crying silently, it's mouth wide open and no sound being produced. It's mouth was deformed. It looked like it had a little beak. Blood was spurting from a hole in it's neck. I froze for a moment again, then I got down on my knees, picked up the child, applied pressure to the wound, and started screaming for help.

Then I woke up.

I've had dreams about dead babies before. It was always me running across a parking lot trying to resusitate it alone while screaming for help and trying to find help. This was different. It was like two of my careers were melding into one and it was pretty disturbing.

Any thoughts?