#110 Dreams

Hallie had spent the very early morning hours in our bed. Her feet had spent them in my back. But I suppose that's beside the point. When the sun started peeking through the window her eyes fluttered open and she recounted her night to me.

"Last night, there was a witch in my room. It was really scary. Taylor kept making her catch on fire, but she kept coming back. We were trapped on the bed and Taylor did the fire, and it was really scary."

Since there was genuine fear in her voice, and she was on the verge of tears I couldn't find humor in this. Yet. I explained to her what dreams are--that she was just having a bad one--etc. etc. She seemed to understand--or so I thought.

During breakfast Hallie had a flash of remembrance and said to Taylor, "Taylor, do you remember our dream last night when the witch came in, and you catched her on fire?"

Taylor shot her a look of incredulity. "No. We didn't dream that!" she said, almost angrily.

"Yuh-huh. And we were stuck on the bed! Remember?!" Hallie said.

Taylor looked at her in disbelief. "No!"

"Yes!"

"No! We were in the closet and someone was blowing alligators!!! Don't you remember?!"

I'm not sure what should concern me more. My children's unrealistic grasp of the dreamworld, or the fact that they are both having nightmares.