Toots, a confirmed nightmare-haver, cornered me in bed a few mornings ago and told me she’d had a good dream for once. Being 6:30 in the morning, I didn’t immediately share her excitement, but she could barely contain herself, so I indulged her story.
Turns out this dream started with her little sister, Booger, who was just minding her own business when she fell into an enormous fish tank. After a few minutes of trying to swim her way to the water’s surface, King Triton, of Little Mermaid fame suddenly appeared on the scene. He bobbed benevolently in the water as he surveyed the situation, and eventually nodded, knowing just what to do.
Turns out his solution was to pierce Booger’s heart with his “forky thing,” and continue to float blithely as Booger bled to death.
So I’m thinking this isn’t a good dream as originally advertised. And I ask Toots, “What? I thought you said this was a GOOD dream?”
To which she answered, “Yes! King Triton was very sorry and apologized to all of us.”
Oh right. Happy ending. Soooo. Pretty sure I need to re-teach the whole “Better Safe Than Sorry” principle to Toots.
And possibly have her examined by a team of mental health professionals.