Dream Dream Dream

The Boy never remembers his dreams, so when he does – it’s note worthy.  His sleep was interrupted by the phone the other morning, this is what followed.

Boy – I was having a really nice dream too
Me – I was having weird dreams, what was yours?
Boy – We had just had a little baby.  It was nice.  Weird, but nice.
Me – That is nice.
Boy – What was yours?
Me – We were in the midst of a zombie apocalypse and your brain was eaten by zombies.  You were still nice though.
Boy – You win.


Hopefully only one is foretelling of the future.


Happy Monday!

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