Last night while completely asleep, Connor rolled over yelled "Dada!" and then started snoring again. To me this is further evidence that babies dream. Probably when he starts crying in his sleep, (which happens about once a week) he's either dreaming that Mommy is trying to wipe his nose, or Daddy came home, but didn't throw him up in the air, not once.
Last night I dreamed that I was trying to introduce Jorma to everyone in Connor's playgroup, but forgot everyone's name. There was just this awkward silence while everyone stared at me and waited. Finally, Jorma got the hint and just asked everyone for their name, while I sat there, stunned in humilation.
I used to have dreams where I was in a meeting with the CEO at work, and couldn't pull up the presentation I had worked so hard on because my laptop wouldn't stop running the matrix screen saver. Oh, how times have changed.
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