I am with a couple of men, we are a team of ... reporters? We are going to see a woman who was famous and has turned in to a recluse. She reminded me or Betty Davis. Anyway she had a snow and ice covered pond across her drive way, which you have to drive really fast to get across. Then there is a ditch you have to jump over, also filled with snow and ice, with a sprinkler (the type with 4 tubes with holes in them that spin around in a circle) which sprays more snow and ice over where you have to jump. The two men do it with much laughter, and I know I have to do it too, if only to show them that I can. But somehow I slip into the ditch behind me and end up in her living room. She laughs at me, but it is a friendly kind of laugh.
Later the two men and I are going through several storage areas, there are many strange things, all kind of vague in my memory. Then things change just a little bit, and we are in a hospital type place, or maybe a make shift triage area. There are lots of babies laying on tables. I am standing near a table with 6 babies, all of whom still have their umbilical cords attached, some have a placenta as well, as if they were just born and laid on the table with no other attention paid to them. One of them, a boy, was moving around, kicking and swinging his arms until he feel off the table. I picked him up, at first I tried to use a blanket or something to keep the blood and other birthing fluid off of my cloths, but then decided that the baby was more important. I looked down at his face. His eyes were closed, his features were soft and sweet, like a mothers dream of the perfect baby. Then he opened his eyes. They had no pupil, there was a ring of color, blue in the right eye and red in the left, which streaked toward where the pupil should have been.