I was in what seemed to be the crypt of a church. I didn’t know what that was at the time, but it makes sense looking back. I recall it being a windowless space and there were a lot of nuns present. I wasn’t one of them, and it was more like I was being shown something. I stood watching as they pulled a small, heavy, stone coffin out from a space in the wall. When they pushed the lid off, there was a baby inside, but it wasn’t really dead. It had a deep gray color, and was crying as if it had just been born. The coffin was wet inside, and the baby was lying in a puddle of amniotic fluid or water.
This dream has always stood out to me because of how young and relatively unexposed I was to anything in the horror genre. I was 5 or 6, and had never considered secretive church rituals or infant mortality. I didn’t know what amniotic fluid was either. It also stands out because it’s one of the first vivid dreams I remember having. Like, very rich in detail. Looking back, it seems very symbolic, but I don’t know what it could have been about.
I wondered if anyone’s had similar visions or dreams, or if you have an idea of what it could have represented. I’m curious to know your thoughts.
I didn’t grow up belonging to any church, or attending any sunday service. I had a loose concept of christian beliefs from watching veggietales but that’s about it lol.