I dreamt that for some ungodly reason, I was required to take a gym course. The class I chose was “Tanning,” mainly because it sounded so very easy. When I arrived at the classroom there were a ton of girls from my old high school. Each of them had a fishing pole. Apparently this was a new sport that had nothing to do with the sun. The aim was to hook the ceiling and then with the help of a harness, pull yourself up so you were seemingly floating. Then with all the girls also hovering, proceed with a synchronized dance routine.

Around 4 in the morning, little Bobo started crying. Japanese Chins don’t really bark but rather yodel. Bobo is no exception. So at 4 am I am awakened by a high-pitched yodel. I figured it was just an isolated cry and he would go back to sleep. Next thing I hear is him trying to break down the child’s gate that keeps him in the kitchen. I got out of bed and went to the kitchen. “Bobo, please stop crying, please stop! Daddy has to get her beauty rest!”
I then realized that Lisa’s light was on and he probably thought she was up and wanted to go and sleep with her. I ran up to her loft and shut off her lights. Then I went back to the kitchen and turned off the night light. Somehow this worked because he immediately went back to bed and I was able to get another hour’s sleep.