I dreamt about our son last night. He looked just like Jerica's son, Jack throughout the dream. He was about a year old and we dressed him in all Baylor clothing. We took him out to eat in Austin, Texas with my family. I held him up to my mother so that he could see her and say Hi. Then, suddenly, our son turned into Powers (our dog) and started licking my mother all over the face. This shape-shifting didn't surprise me at all. Instead I said, "Oh, he remembers you Mom!"
Then I let Powers down and he sprinted onto the restaurant's long table's bench and jostled about the food on the table.