My poor little guy has had nightmares time to time. Once it was alligators in the living room.

But a few nights ago it was an eagle beak dancing in his room. No eagle attached, just a big, scary beak. Kinda freaky, huh?

He woke up 2 nights ago and went in to his sister’s room and told her.  He climbed into her bed and after he fell asleep, she tried to move him back. He woke up and cried, very scared to go back to bed. So she put him back in her bed and slept in his the rest of the night.

Yesterday he went upstairs for naptime and seemed really quiet, which is unusual. Normally he just plays really loudly for a couple hours. I went up and found him in dd’s bed with a few books; he had fallen asleep. When he woke up, I asked him why he was sleeping in his sister’s bed. He was still afraid of the eagle beak!

I took him into his room and we looked around for it. We talked about real and pretend and dreams, and logically, he understands. But the emotion dreams contain is so powerful. He even looked under his bed and confirmed no beak under there.

Last night dh went to put him in bed. He started crying pretty quickly and wouldn’t talk to dh about what was wrong. Eventually dh brought him down and we were able to calm him down. He was still afraid of the eagle beak. I think he was afraid he’d dream it again more than it being there.

We put him to sleep in my bed and he woke up fine this morning. Luckily no bad dreams.

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve had the strangest dreams.

One recurring dream I had as a kid was in the house I grew up in. We had a very long drive way and were driving toward the house. We had a pond, and I decided I would walk from the pond to the house. The dogs were playing in it so I decided to join them. While swimming around, I felt a hot breath on my leg. I turned around, and there was an alligator with a jack-o-lantern on  his head following me. I pushed the dogs to the edge in front of me, then would wake up right before it would get right on me.

One other was a few years ago, that I was at a toga party with a bunch of friends. I had a sheet on me in the typical toga fashion. I woke up and noticed I no longer had my pajamas on! I’ve had a few dreams where I changed my clothes and woke up in the same way.

But the ones I really hate are the ones where my kids are in trouble.

Last week I dreamt I was driving out of a driveway onto a busy 4-lane road. Pierce ran out in to the road to try to stop all the cars so I could go. I yelled at him to move but he couldn’t hear me…he was too busy yelling at the oncoming cars. I woke up from that one in a sweat with my heart racing.

After Dean was born, I dreamt we went to the mall. Paul and I were taking care of the baby and Pierce wandered off and we were running and screaming through the mall looking for him. Then we both realized we left the baby alone in a store and didn’t know which one. Woke up from that one with a racing heart as well.

There have been so many like those! I figure they make me more cautious of where my kids are when we go out.

Does any one else have psycho dreams like this??