Making babies

I dreamed I went to the place where they made babies psychologically ready for their upcoming parents. It was a strange black and white line of people who looked like surgical nurses in masks and hats, standing behind a long table draped in paper. It was like a production line of crawling naked babies who were picked up and cuddled then sent on to be tossed in the air and made to giggle, or in other places shaken and made to cry, or sleep. Creating their psyches was very involved.

Of course all these babies were round, fat, cute, crawlers, not newborns, but that is the way of dreams I suppose.

At the end of the line of people the babies just crawled on forever it seemed. I tried to catch an adorable one that I thought was going to be mine, but I could never quite keep it from crawling away.