Babies and spaceships

Date: 9/2/2019

I lived on one planet. It was sunny there, always. I had a child with a woman and I think we must have been royalty so we sat at the front of a church as people made us offerings so they could bless the kid. The first offering was like spaghetti with green mustard in a tortilla. She wasn’t allowed to bless the child. Children made offerings of pencils and memorably a paintbrush that turned into a flag but the flag bit was paintbrush hair. I don’t know how I was related to the child but I must’ve been because I was allowed to touch the baby and be near the woman and her husband. I spent our entire time at church facing backwards to watch them and the baby. Later, I managed to travel to another planet (it was instantaneous), well, I say planet but it was a ship. They were packing up to leave and I kept trying to find someone on the ship but all the doors were closed. There was one door open and I went in and there was a baby in a baby carrier. The room was filled with hanging clothes and a voice telling me to leave. I explained to the voice that I was lost and I was meant to be on this other planet. I described it to them and the voice said that was the planet we were going to. We landed and I can’t remember much of what happened after that.