There's no denying it. I've been lax keeping up the blog. Lots of catching up to do but this is a start.We've discovered that Ani and Alex have a lot in common. For one thing, they are both fascinated with the treadmill. So much so that I have to lock them out of the room while I'm using it to avoid serious injury. They are also fascinated with water and flushing toilets. And finally, both are mesmerized by the construction toy called Marble Run. When they're in another room and they hear the clicking of the marbles going through the little course they both come running to watch!
We've just sort of taken it for granted that Alex dreams. I'd read an article once about autistic people dreaming differently than neurotypicals.We're now one step closer to finding out what my little guy at least dreams about.
And it seems (so far) like something any child his age would dream about.
For the first time ever, one morning this week, he tried to communicate to me what he dreamed that night. I came up to get them up for school and found Alex awake and crying in bed.
"Alex, what is it? What's wrong?"
He grabbed my hand, "PUPPY! PUPPY!"
"There's no puppy here (he calls every dog 'puppy')."
He sat up, alarmed. "Ani... Nicky!!!"
I pointed over to Dana's bed where she was petting the cat as he stretched out next to her. "Ani's right there, Alex."
He sat up to see for himself then sank back down in relief, looking rather like a balloon losing air.
I do believe he had a bad dream about a "dog" getting Ani. We suspected that the old black cat Nicky met his demise ala coyote and we'd said as much several times to Dana... but could Alex have actually understood what he heard?
