nightmares

Blake woke up last night in violent tears, and I think it was a nightmare. I don't know if he understands the concept of dreams yet, so getting an explanation from him about why he was crying was difficult...and he was very unhappy at the idea of me leaving his room. I was unhappy about the prospect of staying, as it was 5:00 am, and I was deliriously sleepy. He refused to sleep in his bed, and I refuse to let him in mine, so we set up a little pallet on the floor next to my side of the bed. I proceeded to load the blankets high upon him (I sleep with the window open, and I was afraid he'd freeze), and he fell asleep almost immediately. Me, not so much.

He got up at about 8:00 and went into the living room, where he discovered the Legos I had brought in from the garage last night. I heard them being dumped all over, then a quiet commentary from him, I imagine on what he was building. A few minutes later, he comes running in with his creation: a pirate ship. The scary thing was that it actually looked like a rough pirate ship. He showed it off to me, telling me that pirates say, "Arggh!" I am teaching him what else they say:

"Shiver me timbers!"
"Avast, me hearty!"
"Walk the plank!"

I hope this isn't what he has nightmares about.