bringing forth

I have been having many dreams of late. I wonder how they came to be, in this little mind of mine, itself already exhausted from days of pondering and questioning.
The one I had last night had me running late for a flight to somewhere. My family was already in the plane, so were many unidentified others. They put me and all the other un-punctual victims in a tram which kept on running on a circular track. The tram driver decided to help us after a while because the flight attendants did not want to let us on the plane. He started speeding around the track. It was thrilling. The flight attendants were not too supportive of this act of opposition to higher authority. Fast forward -
As I left the tram I saw a girl. She had little clothes on. She also had these beautiful long black tresses. Where the clothes and hair did not cover, everyone could see the utter decay her body was in. Much of the skin had disappeared. Her red swollen flesh was exposed. You could even see some of her bones. Yet she was alive. As I walked past her I thanked God for blessing me with a whole body. What would you do if your body lived each day, heaving with agony and continuous destruction, all beyond your control?
I was in my grandfather's house. He has passed away a couple of years ago (this is true, in real life). The house is near vacant. Except there are spirits popping out of nowhere. Me and my sister (I am not sure who was with me) started whacking and crushing bugs which came out of nowhere. The house was situated in an area with many alleys. The alleys were filled with graffiti and shops selling Japanese anime merchandise and knick-knacks.
The bugs just came. We needed help killing them. A spirit - an Indian girl, helped us kill them. The thrashing went on for a while in that huge vacant house. And then I awoke perplexed and tired from all my tossing and turning on the sheets.