Scary cookies

After I went to Maddy's room the third time last night, around 5am, I asked her what she dreamed. It went something like this:

Me, "What did you dream about this time?"

Maddy, with terror in her voice,"Cookies!"

Me,"Cookies are NOT scary."

Maddy,"A dinosaur ate up all the cookies and then he ate ME!"

Sigh. I so wish I could just turn her imagination off at night.