Little boy

Kasey and I will often tell each other about the dreams we had the night before, because we both remember quite vividly. However, I often spare him the details of mine because they're pretty upsetting.

Mine always go something like this...

I or loved ones are being held hostage, someone is breaking into my house, or someone is after me/trying to kill me. It's a reoccurring thing that I call the police, but they never show up. Not once! I often wake up with my heart pounding and my legs dripping in sweat. I've learned to put my ipod by my bed so that I can listen to a movie to distract my mind as I lie awake for hours.

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Kasey's little boy dreams...

He was a panda bear sitting in a tree chewing on bamboo, a transformer fighting other transformers, a rebel fighting against the Empire in Star Wars. Oh, and he pulled a tiger out of his mouth and they were friends.

And here is his little boy alarm clock to top it all off.