Troy: “No.”
Me: “Oh. Well, I dreamed that armed terrorists had broken into our house looking for something.”
Troy: “Are there unarmed terrorists out there without arms?”
Me: “I’m sure there are, but armed in this case means that they have guns, like former military.”
Troy: “Why were they in our house?”
Me: “They were convinced that we had something hidden, and they were trying to force us to show them where it was. Uncle Chris and his sister were there too. The terrorists captured Uncle Chris, and I gave him up and ran away.”
Troy [laughing]: “Why did you leave Uncle Chris?!”
Me: “I figured that I’d save myself.”
Troy: “But you should have saved Uncle Chris. I like Uncle Chris.”
Me: “I do too, but it would only have served to get us both captured.”
Troy: “You still should have gone back. Uncle Chris would have gone back for you.”
Me: “You’re probably right. But I ended up running into his sister, and we were going all over the house, hiding and going through secret passages. When we got to the top of the house, I found out that his sister had a phone the entire time! I asked her why she didn’t call the police. I dialed 911, and at the exact moment that it as ringing, my alarm went off and woke me up.”
Troy: “What happened to Uncle Chris?”
Me: “I don’t know. I woke up.”
Troy: “You need to finish the dream tonight. And this time, you need to save Uncle Chris!”
Me: “Okay.”
Troy: “Are you going to tell him about this! About leaving him behind?”
Me: “Probably.”
Troy: “I think you should. You’ll feel better to confess that.”
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