Thursday, July 10, 2008

Dreams

Those of you who know me well, know that I have VERY vivid and many times, crazy dreams. Well, last night, shortly before midnight, Tommy came into my room sobbing. As I consoled him and took him back to bed, he told me over and over, "Mommy, I don't like my dreams!" I didn't prod him to tell me about his dream, and I tucked him in and said goodnight. But, without prompting this evening, as we played together on the computer, he proceeded to tell me all about his dream. It went like this:
"Mommy, I was in a haunted house and a ghost came and got me. A bad ghost. He took me and put me in a big pumpkin. It had hot laba (how he says lava) in it. I couldn't get out mommy. There was laba. It was hot. Then a good ghost came and got me. He got me out of the pumpkin, mommy. Then he got the got the bad ghost. He put the bad ghost in the pumpkin with the hot laba in it. It was scary mommy. I don't like the scary dreams!"
Isn't that interesting? I can see where the haunted house, ghosts and hot lava came from because he was playing Mario Kart last night, but the pumpkin? I don't know about that! Poor kid! He's plagued with my crazy dream gene!

3 comments:

Mandie said...

Oh! I have a DOOZY of a dream from last night to tell you about. Give me a call sometime and I'll tell you about it.

Missy said...

Bizarre! Let's just hope he doesn't have the kinds of dreams about his siblings as you have about ME!!

Ginny said...

Don't you hate it when your kids get your bad traits? I hope he learns to have more sweet dreams. Maybe you should get him to play a Barbie fairytopia game or movie before bed!