10-year old son: "Mom, sometimes I think that good dreams are actually bad, and nightmares are actually good."
Me: "Really? Why is that?"
Son: "Because when I have a good dream, I have to wake up and it turns out not to be real, but when I have a bad dream, I wake up and it also turns out not to be real and that's a good thing."
Bring on the nightmares!
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02 May 2009
Can I Have a Nightmare, Please?
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