L's nightmares are more transparent in their interpretation. This week was Book Fair at school and she had her eye on a set of firefighter books in a little fire truck case. On the morning she noticed them, she begged me to buy them. I NEVER do book fair at the beginning of the day because I try not to be late to work. So I promised her that if she was good in school that day, we'd buy them at the end of the day.
The end of the day came and before L saw me, her teacher pulled me aside with a little story:
"L had really bad dreams at nap today. She was crying and thrashing. She was yelling so loudly she woke a few other kids. I had to take her out in the hall to calm her down. I was afraid she was going to wake the whole class.""Eek. What was she yelling?"
"She kept yelling, over and over: Mama won't buy the firetruck books!"And that's not the scariest. Lest you find yourself nodding solemnly to yourself, thinking that L does indeed carry the weight of the world on her shoulders, let me tell you what she screamed from her bad dreams on Wednesday night:
on that night, she woke the whole house yelling about ketchup.