"So," said Amicus at the dinner table tonight, "I was asleep, and I dreamed that I asked Helier for a glass of water. He kept bringing me glasses with no water in them, and I was getting angrier and angrier, until finally I woke up."
Laughter.
"Then I was still mad, so I woke him up. And I told him --"
More laughter.
You told him you were mad at him? In a dream?
"No, I told him -- "
More laughter.
You told him you were mad at him in a dream.
"No!" Laughter. "I told him --" More laughter. Finally: "I was so mad at him I told him it was Christmas."
(I should add that according to him, the parties involved in this dream incident were about nine and four at the time. I only just heard about it tonight, though)
3 comments:
hahaha...awesome.
I would be completely without entertainment I find meaningful if I wasn't listening to what my children come up with.
Thanks to pregnancy hormones, I have constant dreams of my husband leaving me, dying, or being abducted by aliens and/or the government. The dreams are so real, so vivid that I wake up either relieved to the point of tears that he is actually sleeping beside me, or mad as hornets at him. In one sequence, he left me to go camping with his friend Rob (and apparently never come back). I still regard Rob with suspicion.
Oh, pregnancy dreams are famously strange. I don't often remember dreams, but the dreams I had when I was pregnant with my oldest were pretty unforgettable. In one, I'd given birth to a baby which turned out to be a whoopee cushion, and the nurses took it away somewhere, and I had to search all over the hospital, because I WANTED my baby, even if it was a whoopee cushion.
New-baby dreams are interesting, too. Once, shortly after the same child was finally born, I dreamed that I had a baby (not necessarily her, just a dream baby) and then just sort of lost it in our apartment for about two weeks. It turned up eventually in my closet, among my shoes. From that dream I woke up in a cold sweat, let me tell you.
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