What's in a Dream?

Last night was a bit rough. The sleepy bug bit me hard at about 6pm. I couldn't believe I had another hour and a half to fill up before the kids' bed time. By 8:30pm it felt like midnight. James and I crawled into bed and quickly fell asleep.
At the real midnight, Brianna woke up. She has a horrible cough, and she just sounds awful trying to breathe in her sleep. I comforted her and put her back to bed. Within ten minutes or so, she had another coughing fit, and was asking for me again.
I gave her some cough medicine, and took her back to bed.
At 4am she was awake again and coughing like crazy. I rubbed her chest and back with Vick's -- which seemed to really help -- and carried her back up the stairs. On the way up, she coughed her horrible cough again, and I whispered in her ear, "Oh, baby! I'm so sorry you're sick." She whispered back, "It's o.k."
I slept the rest of the night in her room snuggled up to my baby.
I had THE strangest dreams. If you are a dream interpreter, please stop reading now. I really don't want to know.

First off, when James came in to kiss me goodbye and pray with me, he interrupted the team party. You see, I had just coached the BYU football team to their first ever SEC Championship! James was impressed, he said that no other BYU coach had been able to achieve that.

Then, I drifted back to sleep after he had gone. This time I dreamed that Ben and Brianna had a new baby brother. I rushed to the hospital with Brianna, where we found James lying in the hospital bed, holding our newborn son. Ben was also in the room.
When we came back to visit, I assume the next day, we found James mining for gold, with our baby strapped to his back. As I approached them, suddenly the baby was no longer strapped to James' back, but to the back of a tiny, fluffy blue bird. And, he had shrunk to about the size of an Andes mint. (James was still there, busy mining for gold.) I wanted to hold my baby, but as I reached for him, some LARGE bird of prey caught sight of the little blue bird and my boy and decided that they would make a tastey lunch. I hit the bird (eagle/hawk/whatever) with the umbrella which I conveniently had in my hand, which didn't make the bird too happy, but gave the little blue bird just enough time to disappear.
Then, I panicked because the little blue bird just disappeared with my boy on it's back. But don't worry, I found it hiding under the rocker recliner that was right there in the mine.

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If those dreams weren't enough to make your head spin, let me describe for you what Ben chose to wear for school today: The high temperature today will be about 45 degrees. He chose shorts and a long sleeved shirt, with a light jacket. He hurried out the door before I could see him. When I heard the door shut, I ran after him and called him back. (It wasn't even time to go to the bus stop, he was just trying to leave before I could give my two cents about his outfit.) When I called him back, I told him he was going to freeze. He said, "I have something on underneath." He sort of had that "up to something" look, so I pulled up his shirt to reveal: James' old wrestling outfit!
Well, at least I talked him into wearing a coat!