Tuesday, March 31, 2009
I know for sure that Jamie is capable of telling his nightmares in vivid detail now. He woke up so many times last night. Neither of us got an adequate amount of sleep. I actually just skipped sleeping altogether. Sometimes it is just easier that way.
I'm hesitant to even post the things he said. I wouldn't want anyone to get the idea that I'm letting him watch bad things on television. I don't, and I don't know how he developed such a gory nightmare.
The first time he woke up he said "I died you." After some tears he drifted back off to sleep. Over the course of the night the dream came out in bits. Apparently a monster bit my head and made me bleed all over my body and made me die. There was something about men and a noise, too, but I didn't quite get all that.
He seems in good spirits today and so far has been well behaved, like normal. He's trying to talk me out of the computer, though. I think I need to go drag out his blocks. He hasn't played with them in months. He has probably forgotten he has them. He's been on a big Lego kick for a week.