I was walking down the street with Billy in my arms and I was trying to get somewhere. Either home, or back to somewhere familiar. At some point, Steve was with me and someone else. And we met up with Luisa from my photo classes and she had a bloody nose like someone had hit her. She gave us directions to find someone who we were supposed to follow. At one point, I noticed Billy wasn't in my arms any more and I went and called him. He came back to me and I continued walking, carrying him. Good thing he was much more chill in my dream than he would have been really.
We started following a girl on a bike and she took us to a house(?) with a big yard and trees. It was pretty and felt safe. I'm pretty sure we were only supposed to be stopping there briefly. I don't know now tough because that was right about where my alarm went off.
Something about the dream was unsettling, though at the time we were in a place that was not.