I dreamt about being on the shore.  I was slapping an oar on the water's surface to draw the attention of a dolphin swimming around.  It surfaced and mimicked, slapping the water with its fin.  A few kayaks washed up on shore and we got worried.  We went and opened the door and pulled in a floater of toys.  Retrieved the baby.  Second time got the rest of the parents, grandmother, and two bad guys.  There were two types of toys, blockish large ones and smaller ones.  "Grover wasn't very nice."  He offered the geriatric award to Prairie Dawn first, because she was weak.