Baby food

Dreamt I was moving and my brother was at the same time, somehow from the same place. He wanted to pack stuff in my moving trucks because he didn't plan ahead and get one. I was like..."no, mine's packed." It wasn't but it was getting there. And I was a little irked that I should have to give up a convenience that I worked/planned for when Mr. Grasshopper didn't. My mom was with us and doing some ..."remember this?... and remember that?..." Then I was at the ocean with my dad and step mom. It was very steep to get to the actual water, but it looked so nice and I was excited to be in it. There was one section that the water came up higher in a safeish area, so I went over there to dip my feet in. There were things that would get stuck in these posts that were stuck in the ground. Some old swim suit catalog etc. Then I was with my aunt and she wanted me to help feed this baby (who I guess was my cousin's baby). So my aunt took hot water off the oven and poured it over an adult flake cereal and mixed lettuce. She also had some over ripe apricots cut up... in case the baby wouldn't eat it. And then a bowl of a left over mexican chili bowl, if the baby didn't eat those. Was horrible. The baby wouldn't eat it. I dumped it all in the garbage and was going to make at least just mushy flakes for the baby. I went upstairs to do something... came back down.... and it was like the house was a bit of an office (almost police/fbi). The agents were all over. I worked for them in a way since I worked in the house. My aunt saw me and said she was amazed that I got the baby to eat. I decided to zip my lip. The baby would make it known when she was hungry later. I left on my way... Which ended up being some sort of office in a big building. I shared an office with a couple other guys. T-shirt and shorts wearing, not focussed on work, kind of guys. I was about to leave for lunch or something and one of them followed me. I could tell he wanted to ask me out, which made me want to walk faster down the stair well.... he put me in a headlock and half dangled me over the edge of the stairs and then asked me out. Hmm... I was very stern and said "not funny!" And didn't talk to him the rest of the way down. And was a bit happy inside now that I had the perfect excuse to say no to him. On the way down the stairwell, there were locks on each rung of stairs. They were made by artisans at a local college. We were unlocking each one as we went down. Some girl came down behind us all annoyed. "Do we have to do that now?? I haven't unlocked locks here in 20 years." Then I was even happier and just ran down the stairs to the floor where my car was parked and... woke up.