Last Night Harrison had one of his worst episodes of the year. He was restless, scratched violently throughout the night and woke the entire household up close to a dozen times. As I lay in bed with him, trying to soothe his body and comfort him back to sleep, I fought back tears of frustration and anger. I prayed for relief for his poor system and I cursed the allergies he constantly battles with. Before too long, he drifted back to sleep in my arms. I too began to fade into my slumber, until, once again, Harrison began to toss and turn. But this time, his restlessness came as a result of a nightmare. As his head shook back and forth on the pillow, he began to cry out “Nooooo. Noooo!” I stroked his head as he continued to call out in a heart wrenching tone. “Nooooo!” Then, more information was verbalized as he uttered the names of the poor beings being tormented in his dreams. “No Dory! No Marlin! No Nemo!”
I popped a smile and fought back a chuckle as I watched my son struggle with what I can only imagine was a dream reenactment of the movie of which he recently became obsessed over. I snuggled him closer, whispered in his ear that Dory & Nemo would be okay. Then I closed my eyes and tried to fall back asleep.
Now that I reflect on it, I don’t think Harrison has ever made it through the entire movie to see that Dory & Marlin do, in fact, make it out of the jellyfish trenches to find Nemo. And upon further consideration, I think this kid deserves his happy ending. If not for the closure, then for the sleep that I may gain.
Have you ever heard your child dreaming about a movie or storybook character?