It was night time in the middle of a forest and an old dilapidated shed of which only 3 1/2 of the walls stood. A child approached a woman inside, asking if she could stay for the night. The woman made some ambiguous reply while leaning against a corner covered in dried up ivy vines. The child did the same but pulled the vines over her face while saying something sassy. Then child ran out into the moonlight where depending on the level of light you could see her face becoming more or less decomposed and she ran off into the woods laughing. A procession of similar dead were walking through the woods. She returned to a cradle held up by vines and laid down in it. As she breathed her skin went through levels of decomposition, from perfect white skin to raw red and slimy. A spirit from the procession that was somehow related came and she at first tried to pretend that she was sleeping but as he tried to lift her she yelled "No! it's been a month!" suggesting that if he did lift her she would fall apart. But he lifted her anyway, holding a bucket beneath her to catch the parts that were falling off. He came to a lake where the rest of the procession stood but as he stood there the child disapearred. A group of pubescent children began swimming through the lake to look for her, diving and rising over and over as some chant in latin played. Everything seemed to move very slowly. Then the chief of them who looked something like a dressed down pharoh rose and took a horn from his side and brought it to his mouth as if he were going to either blow it to make a sound or blow a dart through it. I don't know because i woke up because dave was moving around.