The Disastrous Dream

Me: “Hey, Troy. Did you sleep well?”
Troy: “No, not really.”
Me: “Awww, why not?”
Troy: “Because I had a bad dream.”
Me: “I’m sorry, what about?”
Troy: “You picked me up and threw me against the wall.”
Me: “That doesn’t sound right. I’d never do something like that.”
Troy: “The devil made you do it.”
Me: “Well, there you go. That’s how you know it was a dream, because the devil doesn’t make me do anything. Were you okay at least?”
Troy: “Yeah, I had a couple of broken pieces, but I was able to put them all back together.”
Me: “That’s good…I guess.”
Troy: “Mama also got eaten by Gigantosaurus.”
Me: “Ouch! That’s a little harder to come back from.”
Troy: “Yeah.”
Me: “Did anything happen to me?”
Troy: “Yep. You were thrown into the air and slammed into the ground really hard!”
Me: “How did that happen?”
Troy: “The evil Emperor used the force to lift you up into the air and then he moved you around like this, and then twirled you around like that, and then moved you around in circles, and then he slammed you into the ground right onto your head!”
Me: “Oh my gosh! Was I okay?”
Troy: “Yeah, but you were walking funny after that.”
Me: “I imagine so. I just sustained a brain injury. What happened to the Emperor?”
Troy: “Oh, I killed him.”
Me: “But I thought you were in pieces?”
Troy: “I was okay by then.”
Me: “I see. So, it sounds like mama was the only one to not come out okay.”
Troy: “Yeah, she’s still in Gigantosaurus’ stomach.”
Me: “That sucks.”