Kells has such a vivid imagination and on most evenings can be heard in his room performing an entire production of ANYTHING with his cars, blocks, and even pillows. My favorite moments are when he wakes up though. He dreams! And it is so amazing to listen to him tell about his dreams. Granted, he doesn't go into deep detail but the idea that such a young child has dreams and can recite at least some of them back is just astounding to me.
When he was only 2 1/2 and barely talking I walked into his room to wake him up one morning and he started shouting, "No! No!" Of course I got a little freaked out that he might be having a nightmare but when I woke him up I asked if he was alright and with this amazed look he said, "The wagon is trying to get my toes!" The wagon is trying to get my toes? No idea what the rest of the dream consisted of but he was convinced there was a wagon after his toes.
Another time, about a year later, he woke up several times in the night crying. Finally I brought him in to bed with me because really moms, it's something you gotta do if you want to get any sleep at all, right? In the morning I asked him what he was so scared of and he got very serious and announced, "There were purple spiders in my room." Not just regular old big nasty hairy spiders. Oh no! There were PURPLE spiders in his room that were freaking him out a bit.
I think this morning was the best dream story yet though! I woke him up and he was not happy with me at all. He shot up, looked at me very sternly and said, "Mom! I was building a castle in here." As he said here he pointed to his temple. I said, "Building a castle?" He said "Yes! But in HERE!" pointing again. Then he adamantly said, "Shut the light off, I'm building my castle" and rolled over and went back to sleep. That, my friends, is MY child!!