A Dream Upon A Dream

Last night before the bed time, Sienna and I were both sitting on her little couch reading. I was reading a 2-lbs big shot biography. She was reading out loud “The Berenstain Bears and the Bad Dream.”

This morning, she woke up at 6:30 complaining of a bad dream. I went over to check. “A dinosaur was eating me up...” said she. “It must be the bad dream book you read, Sienna.” “What book?” she asked, half awakening. “Remember the book you read last night? Remember what it tells you to do when you have a bad dream? ” I suggested. Silence. It worked, just like that. Without the book, the bad dream might not have been induced. Without the book, a way to cope with it might not have been introduced so timely and practically.