Gross

Monday night I had a scary dream that my teeth had shattered.  It was disgusting and freaky, my teeth were all broken and I spat them out into the sink of a restaurant.  The dream might have been because it was the second night of wearing my night guard on my upper teeth after a month or two long absence of doing so.  Anyways, the dream completely freaked me out and when I woke up Tuesday morning I was a little on edge.  Without a moment's hesitation, Zak said he's had dreams where his teeth break and shatter, too.  So, comfort where I less expected it?

Either way it's still gross and I'm going to up my cleaning routine on my teeth so one day they don't actually shatter inside my mouth.  Ew.

Snakes in the garbage

1 AM.  Zak is mumbling and patting my body and the bed, distraught. I ask, "Zak, what are you looking for, it's 1 AM...go back to sleep."  He says, "The computer disks."  I reply, "....What?  Honey, they're not here, just go back to sleep."

The next thing I know, he has left the bedroom and is slowly wandering into the kitchen.  I groan and haul myself out of bed to find out what the deal is.  He is standing next to the garbage can, clutching a pillow, one of those with a sham covering, so there's an opening in the back.  I walk over to him, touch his arm, and ask, "Zak, what's going on?  It's late, let's go back to sleep."  A few seconds later, he replies, "Am I sleeping?  Is this a dream?"  I say, "Yes, you were dreaming.  Now let's go back to the bedroom and go back to sleep."  He grins sleepily and complies.  I take him by the arm and gently lead him back to bed, tuck him in and give him a kiss.


10 AM.  Zak says to me, "Did I, uh...get up in the middle of the night?"  I told him what happened and he burst out laughing.  "I was dreaming that there were snakes on the bed and I put them all in the pillow.  And then I was going to throw them out in the garbage!"

This is our life.