How Green Becomes Wood

"Sometimes it's relieving, sometimes it's a bit sad," Daizi replied, "After my morning sickness resolved, I enjoyed the experience for the most part. But I'm always glad when I realize I don't actually have to carry Ivy up and downstairs when my back hurts like it used to."

"I do not know if I would be able to cope with two children as young as Ivy is," Dark commented, "but I cannot say I do not also have stress dreams about if we did. Then again, I primarily have stress dreams."
 
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"You poor thing. No wonder you don't sleep well," Sally frowned. "I do not often dream, but when I do, yes, they are often stress dreams."

"I go though batches," Jack said with a shrug.
 
Glancing quickly between Daizi and Sally, Dark tried to ignore what conversations they had in private. There was no part of him which worried his wife shared too much, but it still surprised him when when someone knew something he didn't mention. "I sleep well at times. They are dreamless evenings." It wasn't entirely true, but it was a sufficient enough explanation.

"I have pleasant enough dreams, much of the time," Daizi said, "and when they're not, I get to wake up next to him, and that's very helpful."
 
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"I cannot remember the last time I had a true nightmare. I've had many confusing and frustrating ones, but no truly frightening ones," Sally said.

"My last nightmare was four years ago," Jack said promptly. "A living calendar was trying to eat me while I tried to catch a flight, but I couldn't find my family, and my camera kept getting snagged on things. It sounds ridiculous when I'm awake, but that was a hell of a calendar."
 
All Dark could think, hearing Sally and Jack describe how long it had been since they last had a nightmare, was how nice that must be. He couldn't fathom having years between dreams which he woke from in terror.

"Your dreams sound like Alec's," Daizi said, holding her husband's hand beneath the table, "his are always so odd. Anytime he wakes up he tells us the strangest thing."
 
"Oh god, I don't even know where to begin," Daizi said, sitting back.

"I believe once he had a dream about fish stealing everyone's valuables and he was pleased they were not interested in stealing paper money." Dark said, tugging slightly on his beard.
 
"A fair variety of things," Daizi said, "like anyone, I suppose. I do have proper nightmares at times, not too often, at least not now, thankfully. Some that aren't suitable to share in polite company. But I'm blind, so of course my dreams are all composed of sounds, smells, and physical sensations, so they're a lot more difficult to really explain to people. I do have some with clearer narratives, but..." She shrugged, "From what I've heard, they're just a different experience."
 
Sally considered and nodded. "That is more or less what I was thinking they might be. It makes sense. Do you ever have falling dreams? Those are the only ones that come close to a nightmare to me."
 
Daizi thought about it for awhile, "Not that I can recall. But I have a good amount of nightmares where I'm running from something, but I never know what, and I keep bumping into things since I can't take the time to be careful. And I have dreams where I'm arguing with my father."
 
"No one else I have spoken to has ever admitted to landing or dying," Sally marveled. "Yes, it can hurt, and sometimes I die, or, at least, in the dream I know I'm dead, and people around me act like I'm dead, but I'm still aware. It is very strange. And, honestly, a little boring."

Jack cleared his throat and patted her hand. "Let's not talk about you dying, dear."
 
"I suppose that's fair," Jack admitted, "and I don't mind it in the abstract, but I'm not fond of thinking about losing my wife. Especially not to dream death."

Sally smiled and squeezed his hand. "You aren't going to lose me to dream death. Promise. Speaking of death, though, that reminds me: A distant relative of Jacks passed, and we need to attend his funeral next month. Appearances and all of that. I'm a little worried about Peter staying on his own at our place for a full week, even though I know he is fully capable of it, so I was wondering if he might have a sleepover with the twins during that time? Just to make sure he's alright and soothe a mother's anxieties. They can go stay with him, if you prefer, for space reasons. I trust your boys not to get into anything too wild."
 
"Oh no, I'm so sorry to hear that," Daizi said empathetically, "Of course he can sleepover with us, at least if the twins are interested, and I'm certain they'd agree."

"Just for a night during that week or multiple?" Dark asked to clarify.
 
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