In a dream a couple weeks before the baby was born, I was at my parents house in our “Florida” room where we eat. I was holding our baby while everyone else was in the other room. I was caressing and poking the baby, but then the baby did not withstand my gentle touches. The baby was seemingly made of mush, like mashed potatoes, and it kept separating into little pieces. I soon realized that the baby was no longer a baby, and I would have to explain this to my wife and my parents. AHHHHHH!
