You realize you've been having a nightmare, gasp and sit up wide awake in bed.
I yell for them to hop in the van (this is part of what convinces me that this is real-- two years ago, my father in law had a white volkswagen van stored in our backyard, just behind the house. Though the real van is in much better shape than the dream van.).
I dash into my laundry room, desperately looking for bug spray or yard fogger that's going to allow me to get my children in the house. But suddenly, we don't have any. All that we have, is
That starch was spectacular.
As both of their arms wrapped around my neck and we passed back through the screen door and into the house...
I realized that we don't have a screen door that leads into our backyard.
And knew in that moment that I was having a nightmare.
...Because screen doors that don't actually exist are obviously a whole lot more terrifying than massive swarms of killer bees threatening my children and having no bug killer....