The dream didnt have any dialogue and it was short from what I can remember. I walked into my mothers house and into the kitchen. I looked at the counter by the stove and there was a baby boy crawling on the counter. I looked away and saw my mom. I looked back at the counter and the baby wasnt there. I turned around and he was now on the floor, face on the floor, not crying. I picked him up and held him facing me. He smiled at me and I woke up. I cant really remember what his face looked like or if I even saw his face fully but can anyone make any sense of this?
