Bad Dreams

A few moments ago, Bryce came downstairs, crawled in my lap, and said he, "really needed to tell me something."  He proceeded to tell me about a dream he had, "sometime after Graham was born."

~~~In his dream, we didn't want Graham, so we got in the car and started driving to Texas so we could give him away.  Bryce didn't like this at all so he stopped us from leaving Graham behind four different times over the course of our trip. ~~~

At this point, Bryce started sobbing.  "I can never think of this part without crying," he admitted.  

I hugged him close, "Oh, that is a terrible dream!"  But it got worse.  

~~~On the fourth time he stopped us, we got mad and left him and Graham behind.   He continued, "I had to walk home with Graham and take care of him all by myself, and it took 900 years!"~~~

I was heart-broken that he experienced that horrible nightmare, but also hugely proud of his courage to stand up for his baby brother (even to his parents!) and protect him, even if it was just in a dream.

I think he felt a little better after unburdening himself by telling the story and hearing lots of assurances that it wasn't real and we would never, ever leave him or his brother, but as he headed back up to bed he informed me, "Once you think something, you can't un-think it."

Back when Graham was still itty bitty

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Hearing his dream reminded me of a dream I had a couple nights ago.  

~~~In my dream it was the morning of Aubree's baptism, but everything went wrong.  First, the service began at 6:30 am, which is completely nuts.  Of course, we were running late and so was everyone else.  It was also being held at a place we'd never been to before, and when we arrived we realized Aubree was going to be baptized in a pool instead of a font.  

The pool was freezing cold.

There was no place for anyone to park.

I'd forgotten to bring Aubree a towel.

She'd gotten her beautiful, new white dress completely dirty.

I'd neglected to send the program details to the Stake leaders in charge, so nothing was planned.

I took Bryce, and tried to find my way through the maze like corridors to get a towel to Aubree, but in the meantime lost Thane and Graham.  

When we finally did get to Aubree, Mark was baptizing her, but she was screaming, and the water was going in her mouth.  Which made Bryce start screaming as well.

I missed seeing the actual baptism.  

Afterwards, we had no food to serve our guests.~~~

Ugh.  I'm so glad my dreams never come true, and now that all the bad stuff has happened in dreamland, next weeks actual baptism should go beautifully, right?