I had a dream last night. I am on a plane. We havent taken off yet. Im by the window, but i dont look out. Theres a woman next to me and a baby in the aisle seat. The baby is sitting alone strapped into a normal seat. I know that isnt right because they always have special seats for babies. Anyways, the woman is talking to her baby, making baby noises to it. The baby blanks her. Its staring straight ahead. I dont know if its a boy or a girl. The taxi down the runway. The engine roars. The plane tears free of the ground and whines like a dying dog. I shake my seat. My stomach clenches. I dont mind flying, but i hate take-offs. The woman starts to cry. She doesnt raise her hands, just sits upright, sobbing, tears streaming down her face. I stare at her, wanting to say something, but struck dumb by fear of whats to come Then the baby speaks "dont cry mommy" its voice is tinny, barely a whisper, but it carries above the engine. The woman doesnt look at the baby or stop crying. "Dont be frightened Mummy" the baby says "we are with you. We will always be with you" the babys head turns. But its not looking at the woman. Its looking at me. It has no pupils, just balls of white for eyes. "Youre yummy mummy" the baby whispers. It should be funny but it isnt. The unnatural infant has a full set of teeth, all sharpened into fangs. Drops of blood drips from the sides of its mouth as it speaks. The baby stands. I stare at it and it stares at me. The woman between us has vanished. The baby looks like a doll, not moving, not breathing, white eyes, sharp teeth, blood. "Dont be frightened mummy" the baby says. Except its lips dont move. After a confused moment i realise the voice came from the seat in front. I tear my gaze away from tje baby and look ahead. Another baby is clinging to the top of the seat. I can see its face and shoulders, its perfect, tiny hands. It has the same type of clothes as the baby next to me. Same white eyes, and sharp teeth. But no blood on this ones lips, not yet. "We'll save you mummy" the baby in front whispers. "We'll always be with you mummy" another voice came from behind me. The baby in my row is in the seat next to me now. The top of its head doesnt quite reach my chin. Its leaning forwaed. I should be able to knock it away with a single swip but i cant move. "You have to die now mommy" the baby says "die" is echoed in whispers around the cabin. I half rise and look over top of all of the seats ahead. Babies everywhere all looking at me, whispering "die" I glance back More of the same! Scores of babies clambering over the seats, but calmly, smoothly, faces blank, eyes white mouths open, teeth flashing. I cringe away from the monterous babies and press hard against the wall. I cant tell if im crying. The baby next to me climbs into my lap and stands, feets planted on my theighs, face right in front of mine. Others crowd around it. Unnaturally slender fingers fasten around my legs, my ankles, my wrists, my arms. A baby grabs my ears and pulls my head back, exposing my throat. There are more babies on the ceiling, hanging from it like angels or vampires. "Join us mummy" the baby directly in front of me says. The blood from its chin has dried. It falls off in flaky scabs. "Die mummy" the others croon. "Youre one of us" the baby in my lap snarls. And suddenly its face changes. Its eyes glare red. Its lips contort into a sneer. Lines of hatred warp its clammy flesh "youre one of us mommy" its sherieks. The baby thrusts forward and latches onto my throat Those clinging to the ceiling drop. The rest press in around me. All of their mouths are open, rows of tiny, shiny teeth. All make a sickening moaning sound Then... they bite.
Thats when i wake up... covered in sweat and blood!!
