he was in it

I had a dream last night and he was in it. Bub, that is. And the strange thing about that is, I don't know that I've ever dreamed about him. But I did last night. And I guess you could say, it was true to form. lol In the dream, he was 4... the oldest he's ever been. And he came in very upset with me that we were going to change his curtains. I kept telling him that the curtains were fine and there were no plans to change them. I pulled him into bed with me. I guess it was night time. You know how dreams are.. I have no idea. And he curled up in my arms and I snuggled with him until he got happy and went to sleep.

I woke up in a sleep coma looking around, although even in that state, I knew I had only dreamed.

There are weird things about this dream.. first, our kids nevvvver slept with us. We just didn't do that. They've slept every single night of their lives in their beds. They weren't even kids that asked for it to be an option. And Boo's never been one of those 'scared in the night' kinda girls. But the other thing.. the thing about the curtains... they have been changed since he died. We live in a small house. Before he came along, that room was an office. And after he died, it became an office again eventually. (I know that leaving it as his room really bothered Boo a lot and that spurred us on to go ahead and make the change)

But the funny part.. if there is a funny part, is the way he was in the dream. It was exactly him. He would get upset about irrational things and try to express things in his little way.. the way three and four year old kids do. Like I said, it was exactly him.

I don't know what to make of it. I really don't think there is anything to make of it. It just happened. Kinda strange.