“I had a funny dream last night, Mummy,” Chip said as we made our way to school.
“Oh yes?” I replied.
“Yes. I dreamed that giant zombies came and destroyed Sir William Walters School!”
“Oh dear!” I said and, knowing the way my daughter’s mind works, added, “Was it a nightmare?”
“Not really. I dreamt that I got married to Duncan… Ugh!” She paused, clearly momentarily stunned by the revoltingness of the notion.
“So the giant zombies came and destroyed the school and you got married to Duncan…?”
“Yes. Ugh!” She shuddered again. “But it was ok because we had magic rings and we used our wedding rings to kill the zombies and restore the school! Hooray!”
We smiled at each other. “Well that sounds like it could have been a bad dream but wasn’t in the end.” I said.
“No, it wasn’t a bad dream in the end.” She smiled.
“I had a funny dream too, last night.” I said. “I dreamt I went in a spaceship to Beijing. It was great!”
“Beijing? In China?”
“Yes. But it wasn’t really… and the night before I dreamt I was in a Catholic church lining up to get communion and we were all doing the conga.”
Chip laughed. “Doing the conga?”
“Yes! And in the dream it didn’t seem weird at all. It just seemed like we were all happy and loving God.”
“Well, then, I suppose if it was real God wouldn’t mind as long as everyone was happy.”
“No, Chip, I don’t suppose He would.”
N.B. I take no responsibility for the state of my head, or that of my child. We both know our minds work a teensy bit differently from the norm but, hey! That’s how God made us. For any and all comments or complaints please consult the Manufacturer. We’re happy enough; we have the Manufacturer’s Guarantee 😉