Somewhere around the beginning of summer, Xander woke up a couple of times in the middle of the night crying and very upset about something. He couldn't quite articulate it but I had the impression that he'd had some nightmares.
In order to prevent this, I would talk to him for a minute before bed about what dreams he might have. I did not go into long explanations about the definition of a dream or explain that bad things weren't real. I just told him to close his eyes and think about one thing or another. Like the sun and clouds. I'm still not sure if he understands, but every morning I ask him what he dreamed about.
Most of the summer his answer was snow.
All of August his answer was California.
Since his birthday, his answer is Chuck E. Cheese's.
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