Davis is a dreamer. A night time dreamer. Sometimes they are scary, sometimes crazy, sometimes downright funny. Here are two of the latest conversations we had about his dreams.
I was talking about going in to the church at night, when it was dark, to practice the organ.
Davis: I had a dream like that. With buffaloes chasing me.
Darren: In the church?
Darren: Did you get away?
Davis: In the chapel, I hid behind the chairs. (There was some more to the story about getting away from the buffaloes, but I was trying to get this written down and was laughing in my head at the same time and missed the rest of the story. Something about running . . .)
Another day, we had all just gotten up and Davis said he had had a bad dream, so I asked him about it.
Davis: My dream was about . . . (pause to remember what exactly he was going to tell me)
Noah: A lava dog? That would be awesome!
I have such weird boys. But what's really funny, is that Davis's dream really was about lava. He and Darren were by a volcano and lava was getting on them.
Sometimes Noah tries to tell me about his dreams, but he gets sidetracked after the first few sentences and walks away.