H. had a dream last night. He told it to us this morning, and it went a bit like this:
Me and Mommy and Daddy and Carl Sagan were in a museum looking at owl bones. And then we went to the hospital because Mommy was sick. And Carl Sagan was making us dinner at the hospital. And then the phone rang and Daddy thought it was annoying and he pressed the button and BOOM the telephone speaker burned up with star fire flames. Nobody could call us but the fire didn’t get on us.
(Originally posted here.)
- A nightmare? [↩]