Maxfield woke up this morning at 4:30 am. He was having a bad dream and he was screaming and crying. I went into his room to try and calm him down but I couldn't.
"Shhhh. It's okay I am here."
"I wantagoout..." I heard him start but then the rest of the sentance became a garbled mess.
"Shhh Max. We don't want to wake up Wyatt." I stroked his forehead. "I'm here. It's okay."
He started to scream louder and again I could not understand what he was saying. His eyes were closed the entire time.
"Maxfield? what's wrong? Take deep breaths and calm down."
He yelled even louder, "I No wanna calm down. I wanna go to pl...." His snot and tears and the partial sleep state, his and mine, made it imposssible for me to figure out what he was saying. I didn't want his cries to wake Wyatt so I picked Max up and headed down the stairs. Once he was in my arms I could feel him calm down.
I rubbed his back and I asked again, "Max? You had a bad dream. It's okay. Tell me what's wrong?"
Through the small whimpers he said, "I want to go to the playground with Jason and Cora." Jason and Cora are Max's friends that live down the street.
"It was just a dream Max. I'm sure you can play with them later." I said. And at the moment I said it I could feel Max's body tense up for another scream.
He calmly pulled his head off of my shoulder, looked me in the eye, and then screamed at the top of his lungs like he was possessed by the devil, "I want to go to the playground with Jason and Cora."
I actually got a little scared.
We sat on the couch and it took me a few minutes to convince him he was having bad dream and that everything was okay. He finally snapped out of dream like state and asked for some milk.
He just now fell back asleep on the couch, which is a good thing, because I was seriously considering going down the street and waking Jason and Cora.