Waking up this morning, Joseph mentioned that he had spent most of the night dreaming. In one of them, specifically he was in the army, but overall, kind of a stressful dream. After Joseph had left the room, while I was sitting at my desk, Caleb running down the hall, "Mom, I had a dream! Where are you?" When he found me, he asked me to snuggle in bed with him so he could tell me his dream. "I dreamed I was in the ARMY!"
I am NOT making this up. Both of my men dreamed of being in the army last night. I am surrounded by warriors.
"I was a bowman and I pulled my arrow back like this to shoot this bad guy and he said, 'Don't shoot me!' cause he was a 'fraidy cat. But that's when the dream got bad." I asked him how and this was his reply, "They told us we couldn't shoot at the bad guys anymore. That was no fun."
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