The Horrific, Yet Minty Fresh, Phantasm

Okay, so last night I dreamt that we signed up for this service where someone would come into your room each night as you slept and leave a piece of candy or a quarter under your pillow so that when you awoke in the morning you'd have a little treat waiting for you. It was like the tooth fairy, but every night and no tooth required, just a credit card number. (Like I'd ever opt for such a thing.)

We were warned not to be startled if we ever woke up when the goody deliverer was in our room because, after all, it's just the "treat guy".

Well, in my dream, I awoke in the middle of the night to see this man (wearing a tie, no-less), bending over me, trying to stuff a mint under my pillow.

I screamed so loudly and shrilly that I woke myself up. (You know, to real reality). It wasn't a 'Hey, knock it off' kind of a scream. Jeff later described it as sounding as if I'd just found a dead child. :(

Poor Jeff was tripping out. "What's going on? Wake up! Are you okay?"

I mumbled something about a guy with a mint as all the dogs in the neighborhood barked frenetically outside our open window.

My first clear thought was, "Delaney probably thinks I'm being murdered!" so I jumped into my robe and ran down the hallway, calling, "Everything's okay, Honey!" I threw open her door and the hall's light fell across her face, revealing shuttered eyes and a lax mouth. Yeah, she was sawing some serious logs.

(Tobias is at camp this week, so I wasn't concerned about him.)

I went back to bed and laid there with my heart racing for about five minutes as I listened for the sirens of approaching cop cars. What would I say if questioned?

"No, Officer, there was no home invasion, I was just scared of the business-man-tooth-fairy-guy."

I never did find the mint...