I have spent a lot of time around little humans. All my life. The older I get, the more I wonder what is going on in their heads.
There are (few) moments that I catch a glimpse of a memory that lets me remember a hint of what was in my mind as a kid.
I often ask the little people in my home what they are thinking. I always ask what they dream about, when I go wake them up.
Mostly they don’t answer. However sometimes they do!
There was a stretch of time that Marcia the younger would look at me, grin really big, and say “rainbow aliens.”
The best I could understand, after asking her to describe them, was she was dreaming about light fractals, as seen on The Magic School Bus. Hooray for Ms. Frizzle!
Now, she mostly tells about dreams that involve her kindergarten classmates. And her teacher. Oh, how we wish her teacher could move up to first grade with her…. More stories from kindergarten are in order. At a later date.
As far as the youngest goes, he never answers. Mostly all I can figure is that Corban dreams of milk and Daddy. And probably of trying to be like the older two, too.
Hinckley, though, he always has an answer. And recently, he has to tell me all about his dreams before I can even ask. Sometimes he insists that he has to tell me all the details before I am allowed to say anything. At all.
This morning was one of those mornings.
He dreamed about roller skating. With Marcia. And it “was the best dream ever!”