Thank Goodness It Was Only A Dream....

Last night around 3:00 a.m. I was lying in bed awake. Suddenly Ken popped his head up out of a dead sleep and says, "I just had a bad dream"....in the seconds that followed my mind went wild wondering what awful thing he could have dreamt about. Maybe it was about me having the baby, or one of the children being hurt, maybe a family member getting sick, or something else really tragic. I then asked him, What did you dream about? He slowly, dramatically raised up his hand as if he was holding a ball then said, "I broke my Q-ball". After thinking "Are you kidding me?" I said, "Oh, that's bad". Yeah, he said. With a little desperation in his voice he said, "It seemed so real". I asked if he needed to go downstairs to check and see if his Q-ball was okay. He decided that it was just a bad dream and went back to sleep. I am glad he could sleep after such a traumatic experience!