Just woke up from one of the most bizarre/awful dreams I’ve ever had. In this dream:
Me, DH, DS1 and DS2 go out for an event (NYE maybe). We go, come home, all good. I check the boys the next day and there’s someone else’s pram in their room. The boys are sleeping, I pull back the covers in the pram and there’s a (sorry) dead child in it. It has a frozen screaming face and it’s arms are up defensively but it is very much dead. I cover it back up with a blanket and get the boys up and out their room.
I go about my day, and I tell my husband what’s happening. I remember very clearly being scared to phone the police, and having flashbacks to the party the night before. What happened, did we hurt a child and not remember? Did we take someone else’s pram home because we were concerned for their LO? How can we tell the police the truth-we don’t know how a dead child ended up in our sons room? Should we even tell the police-should we try and cover it up? In my dream I remember feeling sick with guilt and worry and wanting to do the right thing but being scared of the repercussions on my family (awful I know!).
Somehow a day has passed and it’s the boys bedtime again. We put them down in their room, and removed the pram. Husband hands me the phone to call the police and I start to sweat, still not sure what the best thing to do is. I know what the right thing, morally, is, but I just can’t seem to want to do it.
Then I remember, feeling super stressed and sick and unsure, realising-this is just a dream. It’s not real. You can control this. And I woke up, sweating, heart racing, feeling absolute shit. WTF brain! I still have flashes of that poor child’s face running through my brain 
Also in my dream I’m apparently a dick who leaves a dead child stiff in a pram in my house for a day while I worry about my own kids 