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So, in the middle of the night last night, I felt a tap on my shoulder.  It is always all I can do to not gasp when my kids do that to me.  Anyway, Marissa is standing there in the dark crying.  “I had a bad dream,” she said.  My first reaction was, “I’m sorry, what was it about?”  The kids can never answer this in the middle of the night.  I hugged her and tried to talk to her, but as the words came out of my mouth, I realized that I was still asleep and I wasn’t making sense.  “So you woke up in the night and you were hungry?” I mumbled.  She just stared at me…which she had every right to do.  “Um, mommy is too tired to talk about it right now,” I said.  I gave her a hug, she asked if she could sleep with me…and I said no.  She asks this almost every night.  She padded off and went back to bed.

This morning, she informed me that she had a bad dream last night.  “I know, I’m sorry that I was so asleep when you tried to talk to me,” I apologized.  “I dreamed that I was late to school,” she stated very seriously.  I had to stifle a laugh.  This was her nightmare?  “Well, we aren’t ever late to school…don’t worry…it was just a dream.”  Jonathan had come out to hear what her dream was about as he sat down to breakfast.  Just as he was finishing his breakfast, he looked at me and said that he’d had a bad dream last night too.  “I dreamed that I accidentally shot Rissa.”

This, apparently, is the difference between a girl nightmare and a boy nightmare.  Interesting.