I'm at my old house on Garden Home Road, in the carport around back. It's a nice day, and a number of people are milling around in the yard, mostly my family, nieces and nephews. There is a tiny baby on the ground, underneath a piece of the driveway, and I almost step on it, and then warn somebody else to be careful not to step on it, and then I decide that's not a good place for a baby so I pick it up.

Later I'm in my room, which is where the old spare bedroom used to be, but the room is larger. It seems I just moved into that room, but somebody else moved all my things in there, I think from the other room across the hall. It's all in weird places, and I think that I shouldn't have other people move my stuff.