Ernest is having a little problem waking up this week. Only this week? No, it's ongoing.
This morning, after his second "wake-up" call from me, he called out, "Where's the ice cream?"
Huh? Wha? He was dreaming. He said it was a line from one of the zoo skits he did last summer.
The night before I woke up to hear a noise -- thump -- everything on my husband's dresser was knocked to the ground and my electric blanket controller was pulled out on the floor. I got up to find an ugly brown cat just outside the door, staring and taunting me. I went back to bed. And WOKE UP. It was all a dream. I wish I'd dreamed about ice cream!
What have you dreamed about lately?