When I think of the word nightmare it makes me think back to a time when my son was three years old. He went through a few months of having bad dreams and he would wake up in the middle of the night and come into our room. I would wake up to the sound of running and then the sight of arms raised up. I just happily plop him up in the bed right in the middle of Mike and I for the rest of the night. I loved when he was little and needed me like that.