Me and another woman, who identified with as a friend, accompanied me by spacecraft to another planet after saying goodbye to my brother (as a toddler, but he is older than me) in his bedroom where we grew up. Space was beautiful, the trip was short but meaningful. Upon arrival to the new planet, me and my friend started to look for someone or something that we had ?lost? Then i was alone. The landscape was sandy and garbage was strewn about, as I walked, I came upon a trail of broken glass. I followed it, until I became aware that I was walking along a wall, where I saw light shining through a small doorway. I peeked in the doorway, but I didn't go inside. I saw a large beautiful blooming peach coloured gladiola at the edge of a cliff. The cliff’s edge was a small plateau, and then three steps lead from it to me. The steps were worn out; I was afraid to go down them to look at the flower, for fear of falling off the cliff. I also noticed a lush green forest in the valley down below. I got nervous for looking too long, because I was afraid curiosity would win and I would die. Just as I was about to turn away and continue on my way, I saw a small child’s arm. I spoke softly to it, it came into view, its face very plain, its eyes blue. I coaxed it to come away from the edge, towards me, out of danger from falling off the edge. It looks at me, and sort of smiled, and started to come my way. Then, at the base of the stairs, she reached down, at which point I saw two sets of undeveloped breasts, like those of a child, growing on her back. She picked up an infant by the arm, showing it to me like a rag doll, and she said “dead baby!”. She then repeated the phrase and showed my another one, closer to the base of the stairs. I knew she wasn’t going to come to me, but I still hoped she would. She kept repeating the phrase, then started to point to herself. I wanted to look away, because I knew she was going to jump. But I couldn’t. She said “dead baby” once more, and did a sort of back dive off the cliff. I backed out of the doorway and leaned against the wall, and I heard her scream.
What could this mean? I don't usually remember my dreams, especially not his well.... I think it is important.