One of my recurring dreams is that I sit in the passenger’s seat along side Hazel as she “drives” in the driver’s seat. I manage the gas and brake pedals, but she steers. It always seems like a good idea until Hazel rams us into the concrete medians on I-94. I wonder if this is my subconscious telling me that she is in the driver’s seat in this family. She’s the boss. She tells me where we’re going, and I’m just along for the ride–I’m available to slam on the brakes if she gets too out of control.
Does Hazel dream about driving and ramming our car into the median? Nope, I don’t think so.
Hazel has been sleeping on the floor in our room in her doggy sleeping bag. She and Ambrose aren’t sleeping well together, and Ambrose needs his crib, so Hazel’s in our room. Hazel often wakes up in the middle of the night demanding her frog, socks, her fingernails to be cut. Last night she woke up whimpering and her voice was trembling with fear. She had obviously woken from a nightmare. Mike asked her what was wrong and she started crying “I want the pink one” and fell back asleep. Hazel’s worst nightmare seems to be that she is given the wrong color when all she wants is pink.