I went through a WIERD phase of dreams in early junior high...there was a lot of stress in my life, and I've blocked most of them...
I had one where I was watching my brand new baby cousin, carrying him to my third story apartment. He shrunk to the size of about a credit card and in one version, I dropped him and stepped on him. In another, I dropped him and he landed on his head and broke his neck, but somehow I managed to fix him good as new before my aunt/his mom picked him up.
In another millisecond dream, one of our neighbors threw my cat against the apartment building and she smushed onto the wall.
In a few others, Chucky was trying to kill my family, specifically my mom, and in another we were being stalked by killer ducks (we used to live right next to a pond where lots of ducks lived). In still another, the X-Men killed my entire family except for one of my aunts.
I wouldn't be too worried about YOUR dreams.
