Stealing Joaquin

Last night I had a dream about ghosts. Like there were ghosts in my house, where we are living now, and they were trying to take Joaquin. I think I was trying to beat them off with the cats. Or maybe the cats were taking the shape of the ghosts and I was trying to beat the cats? I don’t know. It freaked me out though. Then Joaquin woke up and kicked me in the ribs. Good morning, Mama!