Scary...

My eight-year old daughter came into our room this morning at 5am, sobbing, because she'd had a nightmare. So I tucked her back into bed, and she told me that she and her five-year old brother, Thing Three, were playing in the backyard, only instead of a fence, there was thick woods, and they heard a loud crunching noise, and suddenly a huge wolf barreled out of the trees and attacked Thing Three.
She was extremely upset, but I comforted her, telling her it was a good thing it was only a dream.

I got back in bed, and told Hubby about her dream, and he looked at me and said "Really?" And I said yes. And he said "I just dreamed that Thing Three was kidnapped from the backyard."

Needless to say, I'm not letting Thing Three out of my sight today. The fact that they both separately had bad dreams where Thing Three was in danger is just strange. And a little scary.
Hubby went immediately to Thing Three's room and scooped him out of bed and brought him into bed with us.
Right now he's completely oblivious, eating his Honey Nut Cheerios, but I will admit I'm a little bothered.

It could be nothing.