My parents were adopting African children. And had two Nanny dogs. The dogs sat in rocking chairs, were of Jar-Jar-Binks-lanky proportions, and Sebastian (the newer nanny) had a true So-Cal accent. The first nanny, Molly, is actually my parents current dog, morphed to resemble something more like Rolf from the Muppets.
Mom and Dad had adopted two children, something about retirement syndrome, and the second was waiting for them near some highway construction by the State Office Plaza in Albany NY. There were also trees wrapped in cellophane, waiting to be planted, in the breakdown lane. She was on a skateboard, three feet tall, wearing a pink coat and a backpack. I rode home in the back seat with her, and when we all arrived home I met the nanny Sebastian for the first time. He was sitting in a rocking chair with the other adopted child. He set him down, and introduced himself. We shook hand and paw. He seemed very nice.
Somewhere in this dream as well was a teddy bear, floating and rotating like game show prizes in cartoons.
And then Rachel helped me out of bed with a delicious cup of coffee (this part was real.)