AN: Just a bored little one shot of a dream that I had last night.

A young Diana Reid was startled awake by clanking coming from the hall. She thought suddenly for a moment that it was the government men. They were always after her. She rolled off of her bed ready to go and attack whatever it was that was in the hall. Fumbling to get her slippers on the lanky lady stumbled around her room also looking for her metal bat. She was going to get whatever it was that was trying to take her. As she staggered down the hall she realized that the noise was coming from the kitchen, as was the smell of burnt toast. They were trying to set her house on fire! She had to get out! She ran towards the living room, which was adjacent to the kitchen, and realized that she forgot something. What she forgot she could not remember. The kitchen began to smell more and more like fire and Diana suddenly remembered who she had forgotten: Spencer!

Diana sped back to Spencer's room, suddenly lucid as she considered her son. When she finally reached his room she found that his door was ajar and his bed empty. The government took Spencer! She raced back to the kitchen, prepared to seek revenged on the monsters who were taking her son.

She tore through the dining area, flanking the kitchen, and into the actual cooking portion of the kitchen, and Diana chuckled at what she saw. Young Spencer stood there in a sleepy haze in the kitchen. His bed rumpled hair was sticking out at all angles while his Star Trek pajamas were twisted backward from a restless sleep. In front of him the toaster looked a right mess. Two small brown discs were slightly flopping out the top whilst a white creamy liquid was flowing out the bottom.

"Spencer, baby, what are you doing?" Diana whispered to her son.

"Shhhh, mother, I am… making smoresss…" Spencer slurred back to his mother.

"Honey, what did you put into the toaster?"

"What toaster? This is a camp fire… don't you see?" Spencer, obviously delusional, said back.

Diana slowly approached her son and the toaster. Seeing the ice cream sandwich box next to the toaster she sighed. "Spencer, come here."

"Shh, they are almost doneeeeeee," Spencer whined. *DING* Out of the toaster flew two chocolate rounds and some melted vanilla ice cream. When Spencer saw this he went running after the "s'mores".

Diana caught her son around the shoulders. "Spencer, darling, look at me. You are sleep walking, I believe. Let's go back to your room."

Spencer sobbed, "But my s'mores mom. My s'mores."

"We will have some s'mores tomorrow, it is three in the morning, get back to bed sleepy head." Diana softly spoke to Spencer.

"I am really confused aren't I. I am just very confused. Please, just, I am going to go back to sleep. I am confused. Just so confused…" Spencer mumbled as he stumbled back to his room.

Diana sighed a sigh full of laughter and pity. "That boy is going to drive me crazy," she thought thoughtfully as she began to clean up the messy kitchen.

AN: Viola! That last line by Spencer was really something that I said when I was sleepwalking. So : )
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