My poor Gavie Doodle Noodle has been a little puny for the last couple of days, running a low-grade fever with a hacky cough.
Last night, in the middle of the night, he woke up screaming, and I ran up the stairs, adrenaline pumping, stumbling with sleep. He was burning up, crying, and inconsolable. I brought him downstairs and tried to find out what was wrong - did he feel bad? Was it the fever? Did he have a bad dream?
FINALLY, today I got him to tell me that he had had "a scurrrry dream." He wouldn't elaborate, and I tried to get him to talk about it, thinking the monster might go away if he told me about him. No such luck.