Pat and Petrova

Had loads of weird dreams last night but the details all got lost within a few seconds of opening my eyes – only bit I retained was that I was at a house party where someone kept mentioning to me the name “Petrova” over and over again, so I made an effort to remember it as I woke up.

The name means absolutely nothing to me, so I googled it this morning – it’s Russian and the first thing that comes up on google is about a tennis player called Nadia Petrova, who I’ve never previously heard of....I have no idea why the name seeped into my sleeping mind.

Meanwhile, my little boy (2 and a bit years old) has been having nightmares about – of all things – Postman Pat! The other night he was tossing and turning in the midst of a deep sleep, violently shaking his head this way and that and wildly gesticulating as he cried out  -screaming  in a tone that sounded like a mix of utter horror, mingled with total despair and a dash of pure terror – “PAT...PAT...PAAAATTTT!” over and over again, at the top of his little lungs. God knows what the neighbours must have thought. It sounded like he was being attacked by some notorious pyschopath called Pat.

It was quiet disturbing really. But what intrigues me is what on earth could be so terrifying about Postman Pat? What terrible, horrendous things could possibly be happening in his colourful, cosy, clay, stop-motion world?