In my dream I took some sort of weird lsd crap with an old friend. "The next day" in my dream I'm sitting with my mom in a cramped room and, there's a newborn baby right there. She didn't say she had a baby, she didn't say anything to me at all. But somehow I knew it was hers and it was a boy. I take this newborn baby, and took him into a room and for some reason set him on an end table. I looked away for a second (can't remember why) And when I looked back he was gone. There was no thump. I look on the right side of the table then the left. He had fallen and broken his neck. He was dead. I didn't know what to do with him so I left him there scared of what my mother would think of me. I went back to the room she was in and looked at her, there was a guy sitting there. I sat down beside her and she asked "how's the baby", I couldn't respond. I started panicking. She went into the room I'd left him in and she came out yelling "What did you do?!" This is when I wake up.

I'm a 19 year old female and I don't plan on having kids, and I also do not have a little brother. For some reason this dream is really disturbing me though I know it could never actually happen.