I had hope to be more rested today.

I was intent on catching up on some sleep last night,

but that plan was foiled when our four-year-old came into the room

at about one in the morning because he had a bad dream.

And now, my wife is nicer in these situations than I am.

And it's not that I'm mean.

I do take it seriously.

I try to, when there's a bad dream situation

and I'm on the hook for it, I try to console the dream victim,

especially because kids really do have terrifying dreams.

If you ever listen to them describe their dreams,

it's like something out of a horror movie.

So like the other day, again, my four-year-old had a different bad dream.

And he told me about it.

And he said that it is his dream.

He heard something in the basement.

And so he opened the door to the basement

and there was a man standing at the bottom of the step,

staring up like silently, not saying anything.

And I said, well, who was the man in the dream?

I mean, maybe it was Santa Claus or something coming to,

try to look at, try to see this in a positive light.

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