Logansdreamlog

I just had a REALLY GOOD dream!  All of these skeletons were walking around and some came up and gave me a hug!  The other ones were scared of me.  I wasn’t going to hurt them though.  One came up to me and growled in my face.  I think it was because he was scared of me.  He didn’t scare me.  It was a really cool dream!

Last night I had lots of dreams.  I dreamed that I kept waking up and waking up and waking up.  Then, I dreamed that Professor Owl (sounded more like protheselier owlier, saying this all while pointing his finger at me with a completely straight arm mimmicking the toy) had a really sharp, flat beak (pushing his finger on his nose to make it flat for effect).  The owl toy at Meemaw and Pawpaw’s house.  And I put a wiggly beak on him.  Then there was a car going through our house, and it was goin’ somewhere, and it had lights on because it was dark in the house, and there wasn’t anyone driving it, and it turned around on its own, and it was medium (holding hands about a foot apart).  That was all I dreamed about.

Editor’s note:  I never realized how many run-on sentances and fragments a 4 year old uses when talking!  Not exactly easy to dictate!

I had a dream that I was a baby and I was on an airplane, but didn’t have one propeller, or 2 propellers, or jets, or wings, or a tail.  It was just a nose, and it was green, and it was tiny, I mean medium.  

My cousin Elle was in the car at Bean’s house and there was a squishy window on the car and I tried to bite it.  Then there were candles and they blowed out without anyone blowing them.  That was my dream.

Last night in my dream I went to the doctor.  She gave me a cup of water and I drank it.  Then, she fixed my ears so I never get infections again.  Then, I had a dream of a man with a Shrek head.  That was all it was about.

This afternoon, I took a nap with my mommy and I had a very interesting dream.  A guy took away my paper from me, and it was mine, and it had L.o.g.a.n on it.  I decided to kill him with a real, Real, REAL rubber bullet.  That was my dream.  (apparently I am very protective of my papers!)  My mommy talked to me about how that wasn’t the right thing to do when you are mad at someone.  Killing someone is never the answer.

Last night, my daddy got a new, black helicopter.  He flew it around, but didn’t give me a ride.  That is all I can remember because I didn’t talk about it until late this afternoon.  Maybe he will give me a ride tonight.  I will go to sleep and tell you about it tomorrow.  Goodnight!

My name is Logan and I am 4 1/2 years old.  I wake up every morning having visited a really cool place.  I thought it would be cool to blog about these places.  Please leave lots of comments.  What do my dreams mean?  Do you think they are as cool as I do?  I would like to know what you think.