I am going to try and put this hysterical story into words. If you are not laughing by the end, I will have failed.
Friday night, Hayden came into our room crying. He was SO SCARED he was shaking and could hardly speak. This was the second time Hayden had come into our room that night. The first time, he was upset about something, but Aaron was still working on the stage at the church...and I had taken some Benadryl...so I don't really remember what the problem was...I just solved it by telling him he could sleep with me until Aaron got home. BAD DECISION for me. Hayden totally took advantage of me being under the influence of Benadryl. Even that wonderful medication could NOT drown out the fact that sleeping with Hayden is like sleeping with a team of River Dancers. It was insane. I mention that because even in his state of terror, putting him back in our bed was not going to happen.
So, Aaron takes Hayden back down to his room. Hayden is so upset. He can't even tell Aaron what the dream was about. Being the sweetest Daddy in the world (and succumbing to Hayden's other super power...he's so dang cute) Aaron decides to sleep with Hayden. This works out well since Aaron could sleep with River Dancers doing their routine ON his back.
The next morning, Hayden comes into the kitchen and the first thing he says to me is, "Mom, I had such a bad dream last night." He was already crying and needing me to hold him. I sat down, put him in my lap...and said, "I know, Hayden. I'm so sorry. What was your dream about?" He proceeds to tell me, with tears in his eyes, holding on tightly to me, lip quivering (obviously still very disturbed about his dream)...he says,
"I was taking off my shirt, and it got stuck on my head. I couldn't get it off. You couldn't see my head no more. And then, this person walked by me. He didn't know I was a boy. He thought I was a shirt. So, he picked me up and put me in a bag. And he ZIPPED ME UP."
That's when he started crying.
I held him tight to my chest...so he wouldn't see me trying not to laugh.
Not even his nightmares are normal.