Without thinking, I pulled the string, which the boy baby was holding. He came falling out of the tree fast. I knelt down to brace myself and cradled my arms. I caught him and he didn't even cry. When I looked at his face, I felt like I loved the baby like a mother does.
Golf is a game of precision and control.
We want to get a very small ball to behave with almost impossible response - to reach a target that is far off in the distance with the greatest economy of attempts. A few poorly executed swings, a momentary or sustained lapse of concentration, and chances are we have blown our efforts to shoot a great game. Your dream also contains an interesting phallic allusion. But of course, it is the baby attached to the whiffle ball that reveals the ball's symbolic association. I think the inclusion of your friend from college in the dream also is significant.