since i was old enough to remember i’ve had a set of recurring dreams. or nightmares, depending on your outlook. they’re pretty boring, really. just blah dee blah blah. i’m not sure what the catalyst is for them. i’ve never really put enough thought into them to figure all that out.

one is about a crumbling spiral staircase, one is about somebody slipping out of my grip…an uncle in a wheelchair down a long grassy hill. i must have let him fall down that hill about a bajillion times when i was growing up (sorry ’bout that) and one is about a tsunami at myrtle beach where we spent a lot of summers. i’ve stopped having the first two, but the third still comes around once in awhile. it’s pretty unremarkable, really. just walking on the beach or sitting in the sand or even standing in the parking lot. and then whabammo. a wall of water. nothing like it. everything happens in slow motion. i watch everything being wiped out, taken away. it’s a helluva bummer.

i hate that dream. i wouldn’t be sad to never have it again.

anyway. i do have a point. so tonight jacob says, “what’s your worst nightmare?” and i couldn’t remember any, other than those three. so i told him about them. and then he is wholly unimpressed. so he asks kaileb.

“holy carp! i had the worst nightmare last night! i had a dream about a zombie and a hobo and the hobo gave me a cadillac but he got the cadillac from robbing a store and shooting everybody and then the zombie ate the hobo’s brains and then i don’t remember the rest but i woke up and ran into mom’s room and jumped in bed with her!”

“did you pee your pants?”

“no!”

“did you pee mom’s pants?”

:/