I guess we all dream.
I rarely remember my dreams.
But, the ones I do usually involve people from my past that are together in places, and in situations that they should not be. You know...a 6th grade girlfriend, visiting with your Great Aunt, at a party hosted by an old friend of yours that lives a thousand miles away, that neither has ever met...
And then, very often Abraham Lincoln will be there, too.
Odd, I know.
But, last night I had two distinct dreams that I remember well.
Let me preface Dream #1: Yesterday, Tucker (our little great nephew that The Mrs. keeps care of several days a week) crapped his diaper 6 times. SIX. Really. And, he's not sick or anything...they were just normal 1 year-old crap diapers...no extra stink or anything that would indicate some internal problem. The boy just eats a lot, and dookies out the extra regularly.
Nothing wrong with that.
Dream #1: My Big Sis (Tucker's Grandmother) calls us in the middle of the night. The Mrs. picks up the phone. (Somehow I can hear what Big Sis is saying to her, even though she's on the other side of the bedroom with the phone.) Big Sis says, "We've taken Tucker to the Emergency Room! The Doctor says he's got an impacted bowel."
I'm laying there thinking, "This can't be right...this must be a dream."
Sure enough it was.
Dream #2: The Mrs. comes to me with some "big news." She says, "Andy, I'm pregnant. I had missed a few cycles, and figured that I was just going through the change. But, I got bigger and bigger, and finally took a test. It was positive."
Have you ever had that dream where you were falling? I mean, endlessly falling, and you wake up right before you hit the ground? Well, Dream #2 ended that way.
After The Mrs. told me she was expecting, I made my way to the top of the Horseshoe Casino Hotel, and threw myself off! But, I woke up before I hit the pavement.
A lot of that could have to do with the fact that at about 2300 HRS last night we received a phone call notifying us that Brother-in-Law (The Mrs. brother) had suffered a heart attack, and was in the ICU at a hospital in NW Arkansas.
The Mrs. was restless most of the night...and I guess I was, too.
Better news today. Even though they "lost him" at one point, it seems he'll survive, and has been transported to a medical facility in Little Rock, where he will undergo surgery tomorrow. He's in good spirits, and The Mrs.-in-Law is there with him.
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