I am not sure that this is the first dream I remembered as a child, but it is the first one I remember remembering, if that makes sense. It was a nightmare, and I was eaten by an alligator. This morning, Indy told me, for the first time ever, about a dream.
The conversation went like this:
Me: “How’d you sleep?”
Indy: “There were fireworks!”
Me: “When?”
Indy: “My dreaming.”
Me: “You dreamt about fireworks?”
Indy: (Nodding Yes and moving arms) “There were lots of pretty colors!”
Me: “Really?”
Indy: “Like pink and blue and green.”
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