I dreamed that I was the child of a rich person and for some reason it was tge rich kids' job to provide cookies to the first two rows of everyone on a plane (I guess they were the important people?). I kept messing up and asking too many questions and knew I was probably getting on everyone's nerves. Me and a group of people left the plane and proceeded down a dimly lit street at night. We came to a house with the window open where one of my coworkers was babysitting her grandson (he's about 3 now, but in my dream he was still a baby) and changing his diaper. I happened to be carrying my son who also needed a diaper change apparently because he was sagging a lot. I put him up to the window to see my coworker and her grandson and she oohed and ahhed over him like almost all women seem to do. I don't remember what happend after that. I want to say I vaguely remember a hole in a wall and my group all ran away.
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