Delaney called out in the middle of the night, frightened by a nightmare. All she'd say in her sleepy state was that there was a dinosaur. I soothed her back to sleep but half an hour later she called out again. This time Roger answered her and eventually got her back to sleep. This was our conversation in the car this morning:
Me: So, what were you dreaming about last night?
Delaney: I had some dreams. There was a long tiger (???), a dinosaur and some bugs.
Me: Wow. What's a long tiger?
Delaney: He's body was just real long. He was trying to eat us.
Me: Oh! That must have been scary.
Delaney: Well, you grabbed the pieces and then we ran.
Me: The pieces? What pieces?
Delaney: The pieces of me that the long tiger bit off. You put them in your bag and we ran.
Me: Oh. Hmmm. I guess he didn't bite off your legs if you were able to run!
Delaney: Yeah, guess so.
Me: What was the dinosaur doing?
Delaney: He was (laughs) mixing a...cake!
Me: Hmmm. And the bugs?
Delaney: They were trying to tickle me!
I, too, have vivid dreams and I love recounting them to Roger who always tells me the same thing when I do:
Dreams are movies that play only in your head for a reason: no one else cares!
But in this case, mommy cares. I mean, long tiger? Really? That's creative and fascinating. At least to me.