Scorpion baby
I had a dream of holding a (my?) grotesque baby. It was infant-shaped, but shrimp-like and unreal, with folded bumps on the back. But the real striker was the scorpion pincers coming out of the baby’s head on each side. One was a full, shiny, black arm, ending in a terrible claw, while the other was like a small thorn shyly poking out, and in my dream-logic I was frustrated by the asymmetry.