I do not remember much of my dreams last night, but I remember that I dreamt a baby twice. Both times it was a boy, and it was very sweet. As well as very alert. Its big eyes were following me all the time, and it smiled whenever I looked at it or touched it. The baby was a real pleasure to be around in both dreams. When I got up this morning, Jesus unexpectedly came to my mind. He is usually depicted in his mother’s arms at about the age of the babies from my two dreams last night. A year old, say. That is when babies are the sweetest.