Nightmarishly Genius

The other night, Travis came into our bedroom in the wee hours of the morning and said he'd had a bad dream. I asked him to elaborate, but he replied that he really didn't want to talk about it.

We cuddled for a bit, then it was time to wake up. All was fine.

Later in the day, he mentioned it again. That he'd had a bad dream last night. He volunteered a little more information:

If a meteor has a good dream, that means something bad happens.

That's what your bad dream was about?

Yes.

So, in your dream, if a meteor had a good dream, something bad was going to happen?

Yep.

Wow. That is kind of creepy.

But meteors aren't real, right?

Well...yes...meteors are real. But they can't dream. They're just like big rocks.

[giggle] Like my rock collection. And my rocks don't dream!!

Yessir.

I have to admit, I was a little impressed that his little subconscious brain was coming up with nightmares like this. Not just ordinary monsters in the closets for my little brainiac.