This morning on the phone:
My mom: "Hey doll."
Me: "Hi mom. How's it going?"
My mom: "Good... why are you calling me so early? Are you even at work yet?"
Me: "Nope, still in bed actually. Just a quick question for you."
My mom: "Okay..."
Me: "How's The Bear? Is he like, sick or anything?"
My mom: "No? He was sick earlier last week. He said he felt like he was dying then, but he's much better now."
Me: "Oh, interesting."
My mom: "Why?"
Me: "Well, it's interesting that he said he felt like he was dying."
My mom: "WHY?"
Me: "Because I just had a dream that The Bear died."
My mom: "YOU WHAT?!"
Me: "Yeah. It was Christmastime and I guess he died in the hospital... something about his whole body being toxic? And then no one actually informed me of his passing until you reminded me I needed to return his Christmas present because he was no longer with us."
My mom: "I am at work right now! You can't just call me and tell me you're dreaming about your brother dying!"
Me: "I'm just checking in, making sure he's okay and all. Maybe make him drink some juice when he gets home? The dream nurse at the dream hospital was insistent that if he drank some juice, he would get better."
My mom: "You are not just checking in! You're having this conversation specifically to get me going!"
Me: "Moommmmm. I wouldn't do that. If it's any consolation, I was really saddened by his death in the dream."
My mom: "You know that now I'm going to worry about your brother all day long! I'm going to have to call him at work to make sure he's okay!"
Me: "Yeah. I need to go get ready for work now."
My mom: "I wonder if he's still sick and he's not saying anything? I told him to make a doctor's appointment!"
Me: "Okay mom, I'm hanging up now..."
And once I was off the phone:
The Prince: "You are an evil, evil woman."
Me: "No shit. I'm also hilarious. I'm positive that my mother is currently phoning The Bear at his work to make sure he's not dying. How many levels of awesome is that?"