At about midnight Heather woke up, stood up (they were camping out in our room), and poked me awake. I woke up with the draw of a quick breath in. They just about always manage to startle me when they wake me up in the middle of the night, even when they do it gently.
H: Are we going to play in the morning?
Then a little while later I was having a dream that I was pulling all of our yard/play clothes out that I washed last night out of the dryer. Stephanie wanted to wear an atrocious outfit to school. I told her no way, no how. She gave me back-talking attitude. So in my dream I reached out to give her an attention getting swat.
Thwack! -- At this point I woke up.
G: (not in a dream) Hey!
Me: Oh, sorry. (giggling)
I was spooning him and I hit him in the chest when I swatted Stephanie in my dream. Nice way to wake a guy up! Then of course I couldn't stop laughing about it.