So I remembered the first part of my dream as I woke up at 4 a.m., making a bottle, only to get Little One and find him fast asleep in his crib. I don't remember it now, of course.

The end of it - well, the middle of it, goes a little like this. There were a bunch of kids all mulling around a bicycle. There were more people than that there, but all I really noticed were these kids, and I remember yelling at them to be careful and that they were being rowdy.

Unfortunately, that's all that I remember. I know that the first part of the dream I was happy. It was all nice, but the bicycle part wasn't. I remember feeling mad or angry.