babies have little bladders...

i'm inside the cabin of a boat that is traveling relatively quickly. beside me are extended family members, including children. we are looking out the window as it tours the coastline. however, the scenery in my dream does not appear as waking life scenery would appear. exciting sights pass one after another and are all unrealistically visible and close, as if they were designed for our boatride's viewing pleasure. at one point, i see legoland, which in waking life is in the san diego area. immediately, i look towards my "nephews" (what we call our cousins' sons in the chinese language) and tell them to quickly look up at legoland passing by.

no longer am i at the side of the cabin, staring out the large windows. in the middle of the cabin, there are rows of seats, where a young lady holding a baby, someone older (possibly my mother, i forget), and i am. the baby is crying, and the young lady, probably in her early twenties, is walking back and forth behind the rows of seats, trying to console the baby, who is not hers and is possibly mine. i'm sitting in the middle of the rows of seats with our belongings, near the older woman. the rows are otherwise empty/unoccupied. the young woman starts to look for the baby's bottle, asking where it is, trying to find a way to stop the baby's crying. however, the baby was fed not too long ago, so i tell her, "you can't just keep on feeding the baby everytime it cries!" i try to explain rationally, uncertain in the logic i am using to persuade her it's wrong to feed the baby again, using my hands to illustrate the point, "babies have small bladders. what goes in must come out!"