The Mind of a Seven Year Old Boy

  • Posted on: 29 May 2014
  • By: Jay Oyster

Liam on a bridge over Big Creek, in Roswell near our houseFor some reason, the whole family had weird dreams last night. I was actually shaken awake by my wife after I called out. I had never done that before. I had been having a perfectly ordinary dream that suddenly went freaky. I did finally manage to fall back to sleep, but when we all woke up this morning, we found that we all had similarly restless nights. That's probably why, when my seven year old son came into our room and mentioned that he had had a strange dream, I asked him about it and pressed for some details.

"There was a  . . . time machine," he said.

"Oh, OK. Wait, who was there? Were you the only one in your dream?" I asked.

"No," he replied. "Mommy was there, but she wasn't a mommy. And there was a really cool robot. And there were two, no three, Skylanders."

"And what happened?" I asked, intrigued.

"Well, we traveled to another world, and it was another time. And there was this step-mother, and two step-sisters, and they were trying to kill us!"

"Wow, that's really interesting." I was amused at his imagination. "So was Godzilla there?"

"I didn't think of him," he said, and thought for a second. "If I had, I'm sure he would have been there."

I told my wife this story later and she just burst out laughing. The mind of a seven year old boy is a wonderful thing.