Virtual Dreaming

"Moooommmm!"

Okay, that doesn't sound like it belongs in my dream. I am trying to figure out a way to escape from the island where I am stranded with others. I was doing a good job of it, too. Until I became 'Moooommmm!'

Reluctantly, I turn over, glance at the clock. 2:43 AM. "Moooommmm!"

He usually just gets up and comes downstairs without the need for an escort. I wait to hear the sound of his little feet, eager to hear them, eager for him to appear at my bedside where I help him climb up into bed and snuggle our way back to dreamland.

"Moooommmm!"

No little feet patting down the stairs. For reasons unknown to me, he doesn't want to join me in my bed. And why does he never call dear old dad?

I climb out of bed, head upstairs. "What is it, Jeffrey?"

"(Unclear) is throwing sticks at me."

"Tommy is throwing sticks at you?"

"No, Joey is throwing sticks at me."

Huh. Joey, who is sound asleep in his room down the hall. "Okay, I'll tell him to stop."

Satisfied with this answer, he turns over and goes back to sleep. Back downstairs I go to bed. Alone. My snugglebug doesn't join me.

And I remain trapped on some island with a bunch of people.