Once Upon a Dream

This morning Malia told us that she had a good dream. She was a princess and the prince was the fuzzy guy from Monsters, Inc. They danced and danced which is why it was a good dream and they liked each other. Now the princess part is not at all unexpected, but the part that cracks me up is that Sully was her Prince Charming. That is definitely the sign of a girl who is well rounded, open minded and has three older brothers. ;-)

I Try Not To Laugh At My Children

Okay. That’s a total lie. I have a tendency to laugh at my children fairly regularly. However, I don’t laugh in a mean way. I think it’s important to teach them that it’s okay and actually healthy to laugh at themselves. It helps them keep things in perspective.

I have stress dreams during times of (duh) stress and even though I haven’t been in school for nearly twenty years, most of my stress dreams still center on school-having a final when I’ve never been to the class, having a paper due that I didn’t know about, the curtain is about to rise on the school play and I've never been to rehearsal, I can’t remember what class is next or where it is, I can’t remember my locker combination, etc. Yes, I’m forty-two years old and I still have dreams about forgetting my locker combination. It’s ridiculous but it’s a sign of stress.

Nathan has also started having stress dreams from time to time. Nathan’s stress dreams have been different than mine, mostly having something to do with music. This evening he shared last night’s stress dream with us. It was about Mack Wilburg and Johnny Depp. Mack was directing Johnny in the William Tell Overture. Johnny was singing. {insert laugh here-we did}

So yes. I laugh at my offspring. And usually they laugh with me.

"Huh?!"

Matthew will only come into my room during the night when he has a problem, usually a bad dream. So when I startled awake sometime last night because I became aware that there was someone standing about two inches from my face, the nightmare report is what I expected. But when I asked him what was going on, he said, “I had a good dream that filled my heart with the Holy Spirit of Jesus Christ.” In my sleep addled state my first thought was, “Huh?!” Then I semi-processed what he said and told him that was good. When I asked what the dream was about, he told me he dreamed that all of us watched a star rise that told us that Jesus was born.

Never had a kid tell me he dreamed about that before…