Dreams

I am not, and have never been, a morning person. Neither is Kris. Not even close. Josh takes after us. He comes in in the morning and will not talk to you, just gives dirty looks and grunty noises until well after breakfast.
Cole, on the other hand...he is a different story. Once those eyes pop open he is ready to go! And it's always so EARLY! Well today I hear his door open and he comes right in, jumps up on my bed and yells "give me 5 mom!". Then he kneels down by me on my bed and gives me his report...it went a little something like this:
"OK, I had two dreams. First one was about mice. There were good mice and there were bad mice and they were having a wrestling match. There was an open hole to the sewer and the water and the bad mice ended up falling in that and the good ones were saved (as he's telling me this he is marching back and forth across the top of my bed!). OK, next one. Me and dad and Josh have jet packs. We're running from the bad animals. I tell dad we forgot you and Ali, so we come back down, tell you to get your jet packs, then fly away. A turtle turns into a lion and jumps up to get us (again, acting out the whole thing and how the lion is jumping up in crouched position to get us) but we get away. So we jet pack away to Price, grab Grandma and Grandpa and Wiegert (their cat). Then we get all of our other friends and family members and jet pack up again. Well now the elephants turn in to dinosaurs. And they got us."
If anyone knows how to anazlyze dreams, I would love to hear what this is all about!