Doctors in Dreams

     I was going to go to church today; it is Palm Sunday. But I was awake last night and went back to bed and fell asleep until 9:30 so I guess it's too late.
     I dreamt I was sort of meeting Dorothy at adjoining doctors' offices. We weren't sick. She had a work-related issue, and I had some question about Dave. The doctor's baby daughter was on a mat just inside the office door. After a while she crawled off and climbed up onto a high windowsill just beyond where he could see her. I asked if she should be  climbing  there, and he, rather abashedly,  said they were allowing it for now.
    In the next office, I was talking to an employee when the other doctor came into the room and asked if we'd enjoyed the hot chocolate. I said yes, but he looked and said I didn't seem to have had much of it. In truth, I'd had none at all. He left and came back with more chocolate and a great big silver spoon, which he handed to us, the better to stir with, he said.
  When we left, I meant to ask Dorothy if she'd heard from Paddy but we ran out of time.