Dreaming

J told me this morning that last night R knocked on our bedroom door at 2:30 a.m., saying, "I have to tell you something." Turns out she had a dream:

I was on the beach with Grampie. Then Mommy and Daddy came too. And then a whale came and swept us all away. After telling about the dream she lay there, falling back asleep, and asked, "Did that happen?"

Then after she got up this morning, she talked about a different dream. We were in our bathing suits. We were all there at the beach, and then a shark came and ate us up.

J was quick to reassure her that that had not, in fact, happened.