Somewhere Between Reality and a Dream

Troy wasn’t feeling well last night, and he kept tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable. He picked up a virus form another kid at the daycare, and he was drowning on snot all night. At one point, he was so miserable that he was whimpering.

So, I snuck quietly upstairs to check on him. He saw me peek around the door, so I asked him if he was okay. And he said, “Troy’s hands are covered in lava, and it burns. They’re burning, dada!” Concerned, I asked him if he wanted some cream for them. He said, “No” with a sigh. Then, he patted the bed next to him and asked me to lay down with him. I did, and he curled up on my chest and drifted off to sleep.

Today, when I asked him about the lava comment, he said, “I was in a volcano, and the lava was everywhere. I tried to get out, but it was covering me! And I got burned. I got burned by the lava.” I guess he was dreaming about being in a volcano for some reason. At least his comment makes more sense now.