Monday, August 20, 2007

Dreaming in Sync

Eric made his way into our bed again in the wee hours of the morning. Probably it was around 2 or 3 AM when he soundlessly slipped into our bed, threw his small arm over me and went back to sleep. He does this every time a dream awakens him. He's in a developmental phase where he believes with all his heart that his dreams really happen.

One night he came in because 'an orange line came out of his night light and poked him.' Another night there was milk pouring from the ceiling near his eyes. On a different night it was round shower heads pouring water into his room. One night there were football signs growing out of his rug. (the football signs were a manifestation of a tribute they did during the first pre-season Patriots to a player that had died earlier this year.)

This morning Rich asked him what it was that brought him into our bed. He said that there were billy goats that came from one of the train stations near hour house. The billy goats were climbing up to his bed. "That is a very weird dream, because the train doesn't come from under my bed!"

Then I realized that I too had had a billy goat dream as well. Only mine involved an airplane stranded near a snowy chasm. We had to get the goats across the chasm and get rid of the troll before the plane could take off.

We did not read Three Billy Goats Gruff last night, so I'm not sure where these dreams came from. I've never had a goat dream before last night.

Strange dreams.. Strange synchronous dreams indeed.


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