Within the past few days, I’ve had a couple of dreams that are weird beyond belief. Not the dreams themselves, actually, but what happened after.
Over the weekend I had a dream that Eldest Son was sick, but that I wasn’t around to help him. The dream was so strong that I woke practically in tears. Eldest Son is away at school and he emailed yesterday. His news? He’s sick with a cough and aches and fatigue. He rarely gets sick and hates to miss school, but felt so ill that he couldn’t attend class today.
This morning, Young Son #2 woke me to say that his stomach was bothering him and hinting that he’d like to stay home from school. This is a rather common occurrence, so I suggested he have some peppermint tea and get ready for school. I slipped back into sleep and dreamed that he had left the house to go to school. I followed in order to see how he was feeling. There were kids all over the street. One of them threw a massive amount of candy up into the air – much more than a single person could possibly throw in one toss. This was a dream, however, so physics were defied. Packages of candy bars and Dairy Queen ice cream treats and pieces of bubble gum rained down into our yard. I ran around picking stuff up. Then I woke.
When I left the house this morning, what did I find in front of our house? A full bag of Fritos spilled on the sidewalk.
There is no explanation.