Dreams

Every morning when my kids crawl under my covers at the wee hours of the morning I say the same thing. "morning ______(insert child's name)" "what did you dream about last night?" Sometimes it's good dreams and sometimes bad dreams. They never want to retell the bad dreams. If you have never done this with your child I highly recommend it. It is amusing, endearing, and a great morning conversation starter. I'm hoping that one day it will be such a habit the kids will just come in and tell me what they dreamt about without even asking! I love the answers I get every morning.

Emma is especially creative in her dreams. (or at least her retelling of them) Last night she had a dream that a huge tidal wave was coming and God told us to run behind a big dirt mountain. Then he said we could eat the dirt mountain so we all started eating it and it turned out to be chocolate chip cookie dough! She said it was an awesome dream. I didn't know she knew what a tidal wave was?

Jacob's answer used to always be the same:
Mom: what did you dream about Jacob
Jacob: Disneyland and Legoland
Then, if he is at all talkative, (which he very often is not) I could get him to tell me about some of the rides he went on at Disneyland or Legoland.

This morning however, he had a different answer. "Did you have nice dreams last night Jacob?" I asked. "nope" he said, "there was nothing in my brain last night". Ha,ha...I laughed at that one. He has a great knowledge of body parts and uses it often. Like last week he told me our stomach reaches all the way up to our brains. When I questioned him about it he said he just meant in dogs, not in humans.

Ben has never really answered my question before but this morning he told me he dreamt about taking pictures of roses. At least that's what I interpreted him to be saying... We KNOW what he dreams about though because he quite often wakes us up in the middle of the night to tell us about it. Like a few weeks ago when we heard the front door open and Ben running out of the house screaming...at 3:00am. Dave ran after him and brought him into our room because he was convinced I was leaving and had run out to my car to stop me. It took us awhile to convince him I was in bed and he needed to be in his! Or last week when he came in our room screaming that Emma had come in and hit him (again at 3:00am and Emma was sound asleep). We tried and tried to convince him Emma was asleep and he would have nothing of it so I finally told him she was on timeout for hitting and that seemed to appease him. He finally went back to bed.

So last night I had a pretty weird dream. I had a dream that an old friend posted a high school video of us doing some funky dancing to Ice Ice Baby. (who doesn't love Vanilla Ice?) I looked like a total dork with 80's bangs (much like I looked in high school) and my dance looked something like the Elaine dance from Seinfield. The only thought in my head (my dream head that is) was "wow, look at my skin, I have no wrinkles, ohhh I wish I had skin like that again". Do you think I have some angst about aging? I never really worry about it but I think my subconscious must be!

So what do you dream about?