There are always babies or toddlers somewhere in my dreams, whatever the dream is actually about, but almost never ones I really know. This is at least the second time for a Sophie dream; the last one had her aged closer to the schoolgirl she is, with a pink plastic bicycle helmet. Dr. Jung...?
The dream that followed the black dog one was about eating little cakes in a small crowded confiserie in an English department store, with people trying to take over my table and even crowd me off my chair.
*names changed, obviously