Soccer Dad: Life Imitating Dreams Imitating Life

I had a dream the other night that Wifey was telling me to clean up/feed/change Mase. I awoke from my dream by a tapping on the shoulder. It was Wifey, groggily telling me to clean up/feed/change Mase. It was 5am and he was stirring. So I shook out the cobwebs, threw on a hoodie and did the dad thing while attempting to decipher what just happened: a rare example of life imitating dreams imitating life.