Puppies, Pee-pee and Brian

Last night I dreamt it was morning and I was groggily making my bed.  As I was pulling up the blanket, a tubby little puppy tumbled across the mattress to me.  Confused and wondering where she came from, I picked her up, played with her for a moment, then set her on the floor next to my feet.  I resumed making the bed, when another puppy attacked my feet from under the bed.  Then I noticed a third puppy playing in the blankets.  All three puppies were some sort of mid-sized mixed breed, mostly brown and golden in color.  I picked her up and she peed all down my new purple skirt.  That's when I noticed she'd also peed all over the bed.  I put all three puppies in a corner basket to play while I changed clothes and started stripping the linens off the bed to wash them.  That's when I found the baby - a little blonde baby boy, just a few months old.  I was holding him and talking to him, trying to figure out where he and the puppies came from, when my youngest came into my room.  "Oh, good!  You found Brian," she said.  She proceeded to tell me how a neighbor a few streets over was moving and needed somebody to take the baby for a few days while they did so.  She volunteered and brought the baby home and put him in bed next to me while I slept knowing that I'd take good care of him.

I never did find out where the puppies came from.