Z Man is a dreamer. I don’t necessarily mean a day dreamer either. He has dreams and sometimes what he calls nightmares, he’s gone so far as to acquire a real Indian dream catcher when we were on our spring break trip in New Mexico. I even helped him hang it above his bed. Most of the time I don’t understand his dream sequences when he tries to relay them to me. However, yesterday mornings bad dream almost left me in stitches. He began like this:

“Mom, I had a bad dream. In it this alien was chasing us but he would go back to his home if we could just find him a chilli dog.” At that statement I about lost it, I’m giggling as I write it. He has a very serious look on his face the whole time. “But I couldn’t find him a chilli dog anywhere in this town so I had to convince him to leave us alone and go back to his home planet just by being nice to him.” I was really at a loss at this time, then he added “Mom do you have any idea where to get a chilli dog in this town?” “Yeah buddy, I’m pretty sure you could try the DQ or Sonic.” “Awww man mom, I wish I’d have thought about that last night when the hungry alien just wanted a chilli dog.”

Oh man, the phrase “chilli dog” now just sends me off into a fit of laughter.