I dreamt I was in a hospital, but I wasn't sick. I walked into a room where a woman had just delivered a baby boy. The baby was on a gurney, and it was my job to mark the baby with some red-orange jelly - it was some religious duty. I began making the symbol on the baby and it moved, so I started again. Repeat process. So after a couple of minutes of this, the baby is all slippery with goo, and he starts slipping off the gurney. I try to catch him, but he's like one of those water willies, slipping out of one hand as the other catches. The baby ends up on the ground, and I am terrified that the mother is going to beat me up or do something else horrible to me - but the baby is just fine, only slimy and laying on the floor.