Which is Stranger: My Dreams and my Reality?

I had a very involved dream last night that I was still in high school and Mike was going back to school as well, plus he had a friend over who was about 13. The two of them needed to go to school and Mike told me he had arranged transportation for everyone. This big bus pulled up full of kids, and all of my kids and I got on the bus. As we pulled away, I realized that we were going to 5 different schools in 3 different towns (this is not true in my "real life" by the way) and I was getting dropped off first. This would leave Mike to give instructions to the driver as to where everyone needed to be. I'm pretty sure that in real life he could not tell you his siblings schools and grades right now, so the idea of all that in the dream was fairly horrifying.

So when I got to my high school, I had to call Bart to warn him that Mike or the bus driver might be calling him. I could not get through. Try explaining to your high school teacher how you have 10 kids on a bus and you need to let your husband know they might not make it to school. Awkward. ;-)

So on to my reality. I heard from the basement dwellers that there was a body on one of the beds downstairs but they didn't know if it was Mike or John. I knew John was spending the night at his girlfriend's mom's, so concluded it was Mike. Bart and I decided by 7:15 that I should at least be courteous enough to wake him up and ask if he needed a ride.

Here is how the conversation went:

Me: Mike, do you work today?

Mike: (increduously): YES!

Me: And we were supposed to know that?

Mike: yes

Me: And we are responsible to wake you up?

Mike: yes

Me: And we are supposed to know that you are here?

Mike: yes

Me: And do you need a ride?

Mike: Yes

Me: Well, we're leaving in 15 minutes.

We rearranged our mornings to provide him a ride and as Bart is ready to walk out of the door he says:

Time to go.

Mike: I don't need a ride. My girlfriend is picking me up.

Bart: But ten minutes ago Mom told me you did.

Mike: Yeah, she just called.

So we un-rearranged our morning.

Sometimes it's a little hard to keep up with FASD. We were supposed to know he was home, know that he worked, know that he wanted us to wake him up, AND know that he needed a ride. I guess he has a LOT of confidence in us.

So, which is stranger? Dreams are reality. They are strangely similar, I'd say.