Natesy is going through a bit of a fearful phase. He’s not keen on dogs. Swimming lessons have been rough, and clearly there was the kitchen demolition plastic ghost chapter. Speaking of ghosts, apparently while I was away on business, James got a steaming bowl of food out of the microwave. Jacob said something about the steam looking like a ghost and Nathaniel was so scared, he couldn’t sit down at the dinner table and spent the evening muttering, “Ghost… ghost.”
And speaking of supernatural phenomenon, my mind is a switch. Basically, the second my head hits the pillow, I’m out. And I can fall asleep almost anywhere. The downside is that I have vivid, crazy dreams. Almost always bad. There have been times in my life where I was perpetually exhausted because I spent the entire night dreaming and it seems that maybe, just possibly, I’ve passed on these quirks to my little Nate.
I still remember several recurring dreams from when I was three or four. There was the giant that was peering into my roofless house as I hid under the furniture. Two clowns at the top of the stairs. A gorilla from Sesame Street in my closet. But the worst, the worst was a lion that would sit outside on our deck and look for me through the sliding glass doors.
Over the last few weeks there have been a number of incidents. Fortunately only once or twice in the middle of the night. Natesy will wake-up, shaking and pointing toward his windows or the corners of his room whispering in a panic, “Lilon. Lilon.”
“Did you have a bad dream?”
“Bad dream.”
A couple of weekends ago at Kelly’s Bakery, Nate quick went over, touched a doggie and then ran back to the safety of our table. I’d say that’s progress.
Now how exactly do you overcome a fear of lilons?…