Dreaming of Dragons

I told you that Dad and Cathy have a beautiful and very comfortable home. The basement is completely finished and it holds not only a large family room/pool table area, but also a full bath (with a huge walk-in shower), kitchen, and a huge bedroom that can hold two queen-sized beds. This was perfect for all four of us. Or so we thought.

I had acquired some congestion on Monday and by Tuesday night, I had a stuffy nose. I wasn't complaining during the day, but at night, it apparently caused me to snore. Normally this wouldn't be an issue since Taigen falls asleep the moment he closes his eyes and is an avid snorer (let's just say he's a Joos). But, since we were sharing a room with the kids, it became a problem.

Before I proceed with my story, you need to know that my son has an active imagination. It's about as active as Shaylen's, but he is much more fearful. In fact, this plays a huge role on the kind of dreams he has. He has inherited my grandmother's infamous and very realistic dreams. He was dreaming Tuesday night of dragons. Dragons that were growling. Uh huh. You see where this is going. Well, he woke up (in a strange room and in a strange bed) and still heard the dragon's growl and screamed bloody murder. We all woke up, calmed him down and he fell back asleep. I was just dozing off again when he screamed again. This happened until about 3:00 a.m. when Marshall finally realized that it was Mommy snoring and I promptly banished myself to the couch in the family room. Only then did we ALL get a good rest.