Saturday, December 6, 2008

Day 108 on Lexapro.

Day 85 on Lamictal.

posted much, much later…

This morning, Em woke up next to me.

For a short while, we laid silently next to each other.

Then she broke the quiet.

“Where are my swimming pools?” She asked seriously.

“What swimming pools?”

“The ones you bought me.”

“I did not buy you any swimming pools, dear.”

“Oh yes, you did,” she said. “You bought me a big one and a little one.”

“I did?”

“Well, it was in a dream.”

“You dreamed?”

“Yes.”

This admission was a big deal to me. Dreams, in my mind, are a strange concept. Especially for a four-year old.

And she had never recognized anything as a dream before.

Or so I thought.

“Em, have you ever had any other dreams?” I asked her.

“Oh yes,” she replied.

“What do you dream about in those dreams?”

“Monsters.”

“What kind of monsters? Funny monsters?”

“No,” she said. ”Scary monsters…who go like this…”

And she wrinkled her nose and waggled her fingers menacingly.

“Oh no,” I said. “That’s terrible!”

“Yes, they are terrible,” she agreed.

And it was at this moment I had an idea as to why she’d been waking up in the middle of the night screaming desperately.

And why she wanted to sleep with me.

Every night.

It was those darn scary monster dreams.