Mimi woke up this morning, upset and climbs into bed with me, saying she had a nightmare that there was this mold that was taking over the world and killing everything and in her dream she wakes up and realizes it was a dream but when she asks me if it was real i tell her that it was. and then she wakes up for real, completely shaken. (is this how the germ paranoia starts? maybe this is a sign that when she asks me about scary things in real life i should stop confirming they exist and let her live in a blissful ignorance?) so i hug her, stroke her back, calm her down and tell her it was just a bad dream, there's no mold invasion. ozzy hears me talking to her and sits up in bed (i slept in his bed with him last night) and says, "mimi, what's wrong?" mimi answers, "i just had a scary dream." ozzy: "oh, a nightmare?" mimi: "yeah" ozzy: "this morning?" mimi: "last night" ozzy (making low sympathetic nois...
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