out of place

I dreamt that I was at my exboyfriend's home, although it was a different house. I was there with a couple of his friends an they were happy to see me. We were having a fun discussion and then he showed up. I felt a little uncomfortable but he was in a chipper mood and kind of acted like he was happy to see me. He had bleached his hair blond, shaved off his sideburns and his eyebrows and was wearing a new hat. It felt as though he had a makeover... not for self improvement, but to show me he was nothing like he was before and that he had moved on. I went in his room to hang my coat and I saw he had sheets. Were these the sheets I had bought him? Then I realized he had purchased 2 sets of new sheets that were nicer than what I had bought him. I guess I was happy for him that the had improved his life but sad that he had thrown away ours. We all sat back down in the living room and were looking over our left over Halloween candy. I was going to give them mine because I didn't want it. I decided to get up and socialize with other people, which ended up looking like a party. I didn't like being with someone I felt rejected around even if he was being nice. I walked down this stairway. It led to a large basement that had a pool table and odd furniture and then further on was a green house of sorts. It seemed like it was a private spot and that we were all needing to go back upstairs. I ran into people that seemed to have known me while coming back up the stairs. They seemed excited and happy to see me and I figured I must have met them at some past party where I had had a little too much to drink. I felt like being nice, but at the same time they were not going to meet the girl they had met before, so I just wanted to move along. Then I was up some stairs and there was lots of natural light. There were a lot of people there I just wouldn't hang around. They were more ?? dramatic, more needy of attention, more?? well, I just couldn't relate. I heard a girl scream in one of the rooms upstairs and then started to cry. I saw her mother leave the room with her eyes down and she looked very judgmental. I wanted to go help the girl as she obviously wasn't getting empathy from her mother. I walked in the room and two women were holding a small baby, obviously just born. It was covered in blood and it looked like it barely survived. I found soon after that, that another baby had been born (twins) and had died. They asked me to hold it and carry it out and I almost vomited. It made me ill to hold this sickly thing that had been born in this kind of a feeling and space.