One of the comics on Sirius radio says there is NOthing more boring than listening to somebody's dreams.
You have really strange dreams when you have to feed and/or change some one at midnight, 4am, 6am (we let him cry that one out), 7:20am, and 8am. He did go back down and is just now (9:39am) starting his day with a nice set of raspberries and Ahhhhhhhhhggghhhh's. Happy baby has returned. For good. I'm sure now that he's practically seven months old we have all our sleep disturbances behind us. Uh-HUH!
I dreamt of being pregnant again and I was in a touring orchestra but we had to solve some kind of mystery and there were only two other players on my side. It was very cloak and dagger- and I think we were in Anchorage, but it had tunnels like Paris.
I also dreamt of being on a long bike tour- like across Brazil. J had his little shorts on so I was happy.
The last few minutes of dreaming involved strange mixes of reality where I would dream that Toby was falling back asleep.
Might as well dream big, right?