DREAM OF HIM

I had a dream that I was riding in a car beside my father and he was speaking to me in a way that was tense. In the back was a baby in a plastic contraption that was new and I was endlessly preparing it. Somewhere in the past there was a porch with children toys, with a mexican woman rushing around, near the train, in a place that can fall suddenly and endlessly. Previously there was a building where someone carved all this stuff in the wall. Words and pictures. And it was my job to repair it. A stairway going down to a basement floor was next to a fire exit. I was there, voices coming up from down there and I fell down the stairs and was beside a gate that seperated the area back there. A big dog came from there with bright red and blue skin covered in thick black hair and it's tongue was seperated bright blue and bright red.