I dreamt that I was on a fairly small airplane, three seats per side and about ten rows deep. There was a baby sitting in the seat next to me by itself.  I tried to put a seatbelt on the baby, but he was too small and just wriggled out.

My father-in-law was sitting four  rows up for me.  I saw the flight attendant headed toward me to do something about the baby that wasn’t going to be ok with me.  So I tossed the baby up to my father-in-law.   He held the baby and the baby smiled and giggled.  Then the flight attendant headed back towards him and he tossed the happy baby back to me.

This went on for quite some time, like a game of pickle, but with a baby instead of a ball and a flight attendant in the middle.