Birds They Fly So High, And They Can Shit on Your Head
February 4, 2008 § 3 Comments
Last night, in the very, very dead center of the night, I woke up to the sound of Scott screaming in his sleep.
This happens frequently; not that he has frequent nightmares, but when he does, he will scream in his sleep. It used to scare the crap out of me, but now, after years of it, I tend to find it amusing.
Last night, he started with a long scream, and then a “Jesus Christ!” — the loud, terrified way you’d say it if the ‘Cloverfield’ monster was staring you down. (No, we haven’t seen that movie.)
Normally, he doesn’t manage full words, just screams, so I woke him up and said, “Pet, you’re having a nightmare. What are you dreaming about?”
And, I’m not lying, he said, in a scared little-boy voice: “Indy … she was running right at me.”
He fell right back to sleep, but I couldn’t, I was giggling so hard the whole bed was shaking. Because, you’ve all met Indy, right?