I had a dream, then I woke up

 A week ago Friday we saw a Homeopathic Doctor whom we had seen when he was very young, Dr. Gramlich. He's a funny one and asked me a lot of questions. He seemed excited when he worked out the remedy he'd prescribe. So I called the pharmacy he suggested and got it filled. And then I had a dream. It was so simple but so strange. Ian and I were in an arcade. Maybe this stems from Knott's Berry Farm where we've had season passes. Although every time I take him, he asks to go back to "Ian's house" as soon as we arrive. I cajole him into staying for a bit and walking around. We often find ourselves in the arcade where he seems to like all the lights and action. Beyond me how he can not be overstimulated there. Anyway, in this dream, he picked up a puck and gestured for me to play air hockey with him. We played a game and he was engaging appropropriately and understanding the concept. It was so shocking but felt so good. At first I didn't get what he was doing. Assuming he'd just start to do something odd with the puck. But when he began to play appropriately, I joimed in as if it was with any other child. And then it sank in, he's playing this game with me, and joy filled me to the brim. I thought, the remedy must be making a difference. 

And then I woke up. And it was a sad day reflecting on all the feelings I had.