I had a great dream the other night.

Yesterday I was telling Auguste about it. He listened with fascination as I recreated the details that I could remember. He seemed to really appreciate this story about my dream and he said,

“You’re lucky. I don’t have dreams.”

“Wow”, I thought. “I never knew this about him”. Then,

I remembered…

“That’s not true”, I said. “Remember that time when I had to yell at you to wake up because you thought that I was a deer that was chasing you so you put me in a headlock? Remember that one?”

He did and we laughed. Then he said,

“I said I don’t have dreams. I never said anything about nightmares.”