I woke at 5:17 to the sound of India screaming "Mama, Mama!", and when I got to her she was standing at the end of Beatrix's bed.
I took her back to our bed and asked her what her dream was about, and she said in a deep voice, "There were mean peoples in our house. There was a mean woman and a little girl behind a book. The peoples were talking to theyselves. They were chasing me in my bed and shaking my bed."
Yikes!
Do you think we have ghosts?
That's so sad. Don't you just want to squeeze her and keep her safe forever.
Jake (remember, he's ten now) is dreaming about Mom and Dad dying. He's scared to go to sleep. It makes me cry to even think about it.
Posted by: Amy | June 24, 2008 at 12:37 PM
Creepy! Oliver's been waking and screaming about the deer in his room...India's are much scarier!
Posted by: patty | June 24, 2008 at 07:48 AM