Andrew saves the bed.

I woke up in the middle of the night last night because Andrew had sprung into action.

He talks in his sleep sometimes, but this was a first. I quickly realized he was dreaming though, and just let it play out.

In his dream, the bed was careening off a cliff. He NEEDED to find the controls, specifically the brakes. This required tearing all of our bedding off the bed, as well as throwing everything that was on the bench at the foot of our bed onto the floor.

Neat.

Once he realized the bed was in no real peril, he did put it back together as well as a half-sleeping person can. I just lied there.

He was too out of it to take care of the bench, so we got a good laugh today remembering.