and you were there and you were there..

so in a fever-induced delirium, I spent most of the night last night drifting in and out of sleep and the most bizarre dreams/hallucinations.

Thing 1 is currently on a kick of reading books about people stranded, on their own, fighting for survival. So last night, being sick, and needing some reprieve from entertaining them on my own, I rented Castaway.

I went to bed soon after they did and suddenly found myself "waking up" to find Wilson in my bed. Then he was eating dinner with us at the kitchen table (surely a dream?) and then he was in my laundry basket. I mean, I guess it makes sense considering I always cry like a baby when Chuck loses Wilson in the ocean.

So, I finally was able to drift off into a more quiet sleep, only to wake up to the sound of someone playing "Iron Man" on a violin. Surely I was still dreaming. Only I wasn't. I opened one eye cautiously and there is my son in his jammies with his violin, playing Ozzy.

Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. I'm feeling much better today though.

"And I know what I have to do now.
I gotta keep breathing.
Because tomorrow the sun will rise.
Who knows what the tide could bring?"