As I slumbered the evening last, I dreamt vividly. My husband and Jason were taking a computer class, and one day the instructor had them make banana nut bread. Yeah, I don't know why he/she had them do that either.

Anyway, Jason gave me HIS banana nut bread...and Miles came home empty-handed, with guilty crumbs of banana nut-ness about the corners of his mouth. Then, I woke up.

Still caught in my dream, I rolled to Miles, slightly hysterically, and exclaimed, "You made banana nut bread in school! Jason shared! You ate all yours!" I had startled him out of a deep sleep and yet he looked totally calm and attentive.

Rationally, he replied, "But Jason shared his, right?" I nodded angrily. He continued, "Then what's the big deal?" He rolled over and went back to sleep. I did so as well, coming out of the haze enough to realize how foolish I must have sounded.

An hour or so later, when we were of a more lucid mind, Miles put his hand on my shoulder and said, "I had the strangest dream. You thought Jason gave you banana nut bread while I hoarded my share. Isn't that weird!?"

"Very," I replied.