For years I was plagued with nightmares. I'd dream that there was something in my bed (snakes, spiders, you name it.) My poor husband would get so frustrated because I'd be so upset and promise him that THIS time there really was something in our bed. So he'd throw down the covers show me that there was nothing there and then try to go back to sleep. This was usually with me standing at the door ready to make a break for it.
Luckily they've pretty much stopped. So imagine my surprise when I was reading really late a night or two ago and out of the blue Nate sat up and started pounding the middle of the bed as hard as he could. I asked him what was wrong, but he just looked at me and said "Hello," and laid back down and went to sleep.
I asked him the next day if he remembered his dream and I just had to laugh when he told me there were spiders in our bed.
11 years ago
