Tuesday, January 17, 2006

She dreamed a dream

Last night, there was a dragon at her window.

When she woke, fevered, at 3, she told me about the dinosaur. By morning, it'd morphed into a dragon — she often confuses the two — and, in so doing, become more fully realized.

It wanted to eat her, her fingers, but her blue teddybear protected her. It wanted to eat the bear too, but bear resisted. It tried to eat the whole house.

For months, if not longer, I've been asking her, some mornings, if she dreams. Sometimes she says yes and, when pressed, relates something that happened the day before, or else a generic anecdote of anyday. How do you explain "dream" to a toddler; how do you know when they know? (I rarely remember my own dreams — why would I expect more from a 3-year-old?)

This morning we checked for footprints outside her window, just in case. We do live in the city, after all — a city in which ghastly things have been known to happen.

But it was a dragon all right, real as any dream can be, to my relief striking not fear so much as awe.

4 comments:

GaelicGrl said...

Ahh...That was sweet.

I often ask D. if she dreams but she doesn't yet understand and I can't explain it to her.

There have been dragons around here, too, in this very small town. They have long tails and say, "Grrrr..." a lot.

Isabella said...

Around here they say "Rawrrr" — maybe it's French.

Amber said...

I ask Elizabeth on a regular basis if she dreams, and only rarely does she say yes. Of course, lately, her dreams have been about fighting bad guys with the Teen Titans.

callie said...

"But it was a dragon all right, real as any dream can be, to my relief striking not fear so much as awe." -- the delight and awe and magic of the childhood imagination is a wonder to behold. we would all do well to not forget what it was like to have dreams and wake in the morning with wonder.

thank you for this post. reminds me to put my childlike lenses on more frequently and be in awe rather than fear. wonder rather than anger.