Sunday, July 11, 2010

My Dreaming Husband

Kyle and I have a sort of unspoken agreement concerning bad dreams.  If one of us has a nightmare or dreamt something unsettling, that person wakes the other, asks him or her to sleep close (I always ask him to "snuggle me" but he probably would never put it like that), and then the dream is relayed.  I'm usually the one that has the bad dreams.  I always dream someone is chasing me, usually to torture or kill me.  I often have to come up with something crafty to avoid them--usually disguises.  It never works, though...I somehow always get caught and am sentenced to die.  Just as they're about to kill me, I wake up.  And then Kyle gets woken up, too.

But not today.  I got up at about 5 AM to use the bathroom and couldn't get back to sleep once I came back to bed.  I tried for about an hour but just couldn't get my mind to let me go back to sleep.  Finally, when it started to get light out, I figured it was a done deal...I wouldn't be going back to sleep any time soon :(  As I got up to come to the living room, Kyle shot up out of bed making all kinds of frightening noises...sort of like he had no idea where he was or what had just happened (or what I was doing out of bed).  He told me he had had a bad dream.  So, of course, I came back to bed and held him tightly until he calmed down and asked him to tell me about it.  The conversation went something like this:


Kyle:  "Well, we were on vacation."  (we're planning a camping vacation to the Indiana Dunes in early August).


Me:  "In the tent?"


Kyle:  "Yeah.  And we took Tiger with us.  And he wanted to stay with us but you wouldn't let him.  And he stayed outside all night...(jumbled speech here)...and I wanted to go find him but you said we'd just find him in the morning.  And I didn't want to treat him like a wild animal because he's our baby."


Me:  "We'd never make Tiger sleep outside our tent...if he came camping.  But he wouldn't come."


Kyle:  "I know.  But the next day when we found him, he was so awful.  He was all ratty and his fur had been bitten off and he was scratched up and...one of his legs fell off!"  (I almost lost it here)


Me:  "Oh no...then what happened?"


Kyle:  "Well, the next night you offered to let him sleep in the cage.  And I really wanted that because I didn't want to let him go outside again.  But we couldn't get him in the cage!  He'd almost get in because we'd put treats down for him by the cage door but he'd eat them and run away."


Me:  "That sounds like something he'd do."


Kyle:  "Yeah...that's how I knew it was him."


So after Kyle went back to sleep, I came to the living room to tell Tiger about how his leg fell off when he came camping with us.  He seemed pretty shaken up by the whole thing and didn't want to listen.  


Or maybe that was because it was 6 AM and he was confused as to why I was up so early and sitting in HIS living room.  Or because I had taken him away from watching the morning birdies (goodness...there are so many birds at our house at 6 AM!).  Who knows?  All I'm sure of is that Tiger's not going to be coming camping with us any time soon, especially if left up to Kyle and Tiger!

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