Fish had such a horrible dream the other night. It was so bad that, as he told me about it the next morning, we were blubbering away trying not to freak Pix and Sprite out with our silliness.
The Dream. Fish, Pix, Sprite and I died. Clarabelle was somewhere else, not sure where. Fish and I knew we were dead but we couldn’t find Pix and Sprite. We were wandering around the ghost world and these two glowing orb-like figures were showing us how to navigate the ghost world. We had a few encounters with other beings that were scary and threatening. The orbs helped us and kept us safe, although they could not verbally communicate with us. Finally, we completed all the tasks needed to enter the true ghost world. We were introduced to a ghost elder and were finally able to talk to someone about where our children were.
This is where it became intense. The ghost elder told us that our babies had been with us the whole time. They were the light orbs. They were learning how to break away from us because ghost children do not stay with their parents, they slowly detach emotionally to the point that they will no longer remember us. As he was speaking the light orbs were drifting away from us and slowly forming into Pix and Sprite. We kept calling to them, but they wouldn’t turn around, they were entering their ghost world. They walked away, towards a line of other ghost children, waiting to enter their world. Holding hands, looking curiously at each other, happy. No longer a part of us. Then Fish woke up.