I have very vivid dreams. They tend to be whimsical and/or fantastical and have extraordinary detail. Apparently, The Kidling has inherited my dream gene. She awoke from her nap Friday quite upset. I asked about her sleep and she told me that, yes, she had had a bad dream. I don’t today recall many of the details, but I know it included a “big scary bear with a bad friend. A grasshopper. With a gun.”
It sounds positively terrifying.