Babies, Cars, and Cakes

I had 2 dreams last night.

The first one involved a group of friends from high school. One of the girls had a baby, and me, wanting to make sure that everything is right for that baby, wanted to have it given a name and a blessing. I knew this probably wouldn't mean anything to these girls, but the missionary in me figured it would still be good to have them see the priesthood in action, and somehow, they agreed. I also figured that the mother (and I can't even remember which of the girls actually was the mother of the baby) should get married, for the baby's sake. (I don't remember if she agreed to this one or not.) I then was walking around the Santa Clarita Public Library looking for a friend who had the priesthood who could give the baby a name and a blessing. I didn't recognize the two people I asked, but apparently they were friends who had the priesthood, and one of them agreed.

So then we had to get to where we were going to give the baby a name and a blessing. It wasn't in a chapel, but some conference room in some building. We were running late. I was in my car and everyone else was following me in their car. Even though we were running late and several blocks away, all of a sudden I had to get my car washed and fill it up with gas. (I actually do need to wash my car today...) I stopped at several gas stations looking for which would be the cheapest.

Next dream, I was with a group of girls from a lot of different law schools. We were outside in some garden of some type. I was explaining to them my almost contradictory convictions about feminism and child rearing - I firmly believe in equality of women and their value in the workplace, yet also fiercely think most mothers are the best ones to raise their children, and as I certainly don't want someone else raising my children, don't want to work when they are little. Next to us was a woman holding a little baby boy, he was maybe one year old or so. I could make him smile wider than anyone or anything else. She set out a table with what at first was 10 different kinds of delicious looking bread. When we went over to sample them, they were cakes, with huge layers of nasty frosting.