I was working downstairs when I heard Moe scream from his room. I dashed quickly upstairs to his room and saw him lying down in his bed with a horrified expression. I asked him what was wrong, thinking it was his head hurting him.
He said, "I had a nightmare that there were mice here." And then he settled back into bed with a relieved sigh, and said, "Mom, I'm so glad we don't have mice."
And with a content look on his face, Moe went back to sleep.
I never did get a chance to comment on his unusual dream, since I was still trying to catch my breath from running upstairs like a mad woman.
I felt it was more important for him to sleep - rather than trying to strangle him for causing me a near heart attack.
Just to be on the safe side, I called our local pest control company to find out if there were any mice problems in our neighborhood- there's none.
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