The Dream

A few nights ago I was having a very intense dream. In my dream Jonny was screaming his head off because he had a wet diaper, and I was trying to change him and his onesy. I pulled and pulled, trying to get the onesy over his head and when it finally came off, I woke up. I found myself kneeling on the bed, with my pillow in one hand and my newly removed pillowcase in the other. I stared at both of them for a while, and decided it would be too much work to put the pillowcase back on so I went back to sleep.

The next morning Mir woke up, and her first words to me were: “What the heck did you do with your pillowcase?”

Nocturnal colloquy

Many a night I have entire conversations with Mirinda while asleep. Hilarity often ensues, but Mir almost always forgets the exact conversation by morning. Until last night when she had a pen and paper handy...

Me: (Rolling over and kissing her back) I’ll make this towel day one for you baby. (In a seductive voice.)
Mir: What does that mean?

Me: Five days, fifteen towels.

Mir: (Laughing) What? Do you know Jonathan?

Me: I know him better than you!

Mir: Doug, do you know Jonathan?

Me: I know him about as well as any other baby that age.


And then I roll over and am asleep again. Enjoy.