CHASING ISIS

So, I had this very strange dream, and I am concerned I am supposed to be deriving something from it (reoccurring symbols, color symbolism I feel I should understand, these are all factors) but I don’t understand it, and my worst fear is that it’s some kind of omen.

Since I suffer from anxiety, unless I critically analyze this, it will eat at me for days or longer. Therefor, I am asking you for your help in interpreting it. Please send me mail, submissions, asks, or replies with any, any thoughts you are willing to share.

Below is the dream itself. I’m copying it from an e-mail to my mom which I just switched to say “Mom” instead of “You”, so excuse the non-sophisticated narration. I kind of write like, I think, a little kid in diaries and familial correspondence since it’s stream of consciousness pour it all out material. Anyway, any help would be appreciated. Blessed be.

“Ok, so it started out with us at the tack store, but for some reason there was this huge like 1890s dress with gold and black tassels on the bodice (it was dark blue) in the middle of the store, and somebody (some guy, my brain’s version of the store owner maybe? Something like that,) said I could try it on, and so I did. But then some lady asked me to watch her baby, and dream me must have known her because it was all “ok, I’ll cradle your infant while you go do whatever,” and so I did. And I was being all nice and nurturing and cute, and I was going to try on the dress, so I brought it into the dressing room and laid it on the changing table/baby bench thing/counter that was there and it was fine. Then someone called me so I left and poked my head out and I talked for awhile. Then I was all “Oh my gosh, the baby!” so I ran back to it with whoever was there (maybe my mom?) and the baby was (apparently it had a stuffy nose and leaving it alone somehow allowed this to happen? I don’t know) suffocating. It was odd, though, because it turned brown and not blue (like mummy brown). And so we hurried and wiped it’s nose and I was going to do baby CPR, but then it started breathing again and was just fine, and I wanted to hold it but Mom did, and suddenly it could talk (odd baby, funny looking dream baby, too, kind of resembled a baby sloth with a person’s face, or an actual mummy child now that I think of it, with too thin limbs, but with a living person’s skin tone, it was supposed to be alive in the dream anyway,) and it was all cranky, and then I took it and it called me mommy, and I decided this was because my hair color was closer to the mother’s, and then I think she must have reappeared because the dream changed.