Tonight, when I was hanging out with my boyfriend, we took well needed naps. I always have a harder time getting to sleep than he does.
All of a sudden he started mumbling. I kept asking him what he was saying and it was all nonsense. I thought I heard Candy Mountain and then Charlie.
Then he said, “Get off the counter.” Silence. “Vi, I told you 7000 times to get off the counter.” Silence. Then he said my name and said, “Control your kid.”
To explain some before continuing: since we started talking and dating he has been having dreams about us getting married and always about our two children. Freaky enough when he told me the names of the children (Viola and Isaac) he said the name I wanted for my daughter. My great-grandmother was named Viola and then her middle name would be my grandmother’s, Irene. So every now and then he would tell me about the dreams. One thing he said was that it was always quick flashes of our life together, a whole sequence of events and them growing up.
He was silent for a while and then my sister came in and turned on the light. I shushed her and said he was sleeping. After she left he said, “What did Vi want?” I said, “What?”
“What did Vi want?”
“She just wanted to say goodnight,” I said.
“Tell her I’m sorry.”
“For what?” I asked.
“For not reading her a bedtime story. Tell her I’ll do it tomorrow night.”
“Don’t worry about it. I already read her one,” I said.
“Which one? She likes the one about the raccoon,” he mumbled.
“Of course,” I reassured him, ” She wouldn’t let me read another.”
Then he didn’t say anything for a while. Then I hear, “I’m going to kick his ass.”
I said, “Who?”
“Her date. I’m not going to kick his ass; I just want to meet him, I swear.”
I laughed so hard.
Sadly, he woke up. It was an amusing and really sweet night. At least I sort of know what goes on inside his head. He really does dream about us as a family, which I think is really sweet. I’m pretty lucky.