Gnolls make good gaolers, and demon babies are horrible.
Dreamed last night about a suburban prison run by gnolls. The prisoners were allowed to move about freely in the suburb during the day, because if they transgressed or tried to escape, the gnolls would hunt them down by scent and eat them on the spot. The system worked quite well.
Also there was a baby that turned into a demon-baby, it was about 5′ tall but still had baby proportions, fangs and claws and batwings, and dark red skin covered with winking baby blue eyes. It could only speak about as well as a 1 year old, and pleaded with us to light it on fire because that was the only way to kill it and end its miserable existence. Or at least that’s what we assumed from “MAKE STOP! DO IT WITH FIRE!” and trying to claw it’s own skin-eyes out. Of course once we doused it with gasoline and set it ablaze we belatedly realized this was only to aid in its metamorphosis into a monstrous insectile creature. Fortunately for us the giant beetle/mantis thing sprang away over the rooftops to do battle with its invading brethren. So, maybe it was on our side? Or maybe it just really hated its siblings. Or maybe it was defending its food source. We may never know.