freudian? or too much late nite lamyun?

had a disturbing dream last nite, a dark, spiritual-feeling sort of dream.
it was a mishmash of vignettes.
at first, i think i was watching someone's baby, and then that baby got kidnapped.
so i followed the kidnappers to a building that resembled an old mansion of sorts, something like a college campus building. i went inside and an indian-looking man gave me specific, but long directions on where to go to find the baby. i found myself descending a spiral staircase. i was nearing the bottom when i heard voices speaking in plain english, which was a surprise to me, which leads me to believe that i was in a foreign country.

it turns out that it was a forum of sorts, a conspiracy forum. there were men of high caliber, all well-known theologians, scholars, politicians, etc. and they were conspiring on how to mislead the world in the doctrines of the Bible.

my heart just about stopped as i stood there leaning against the stairwall, just before the last bend to the conference room (which felt more like a dungeon after descending so far). i turned and ascended the stairs, only to be caught by some sneering man who started interrogating me. i started to stammer and say that i had followed a man here who knew where my baby was (all of a sudden, it was MY baby!) when that indian-looking man emerged from some secret closet in the room behind the sneering man and started to shake his head slightly, signaling me not to give away his identity, while at the same time pointing with his chin for me to turn around and look, to find that there she was, my baby on the bed, behind me!

i grabbed her and then all of a sudden i was outside the building, but it was another sequence of the dream. the baby was gone. but it was still a continuation. this one, i don't remember, except that my administrator from school was there, trying to give me a clue...

then another sequence began, where i was eating figs and my former senior pastor's wife, hannah smn wanted some. so i gave her my last one and walked underneath a fig tree and was trying to grab some figs but they were too high. then she said she had to go and went to get in her minivan, which was burgundy in the dream, but not in real life. i got in the minivan with her and (i'm getting goosebums as i'm writing this, and i don't know why...) i think someone was chasing us. or we them. don't know.

i think the dream ended with me taking a shower and using a bristle brush to ddae-mil-uh (scrub the dirt off my skin). that's been a series lately. trying to get clean.

hmm.