Fixing Popcorn in the Oven

Woke up from a dream,
in a city far away,
I wanted a treat for the kids
and you suggested a little oil

and a cup of kernel corns
to fix some popcorn
in the oven, and in that twilight

of dream it made perfect sense
and so we pulled out two baking dishes
poured enough oil to cover the bottom

then sprinkled in the popcorn setting
the temperature to 400 degrees
and waited for the first pop 

but one of the kids started crying
baby brother had fallen behind
the couch, the middle child squealing

to come get him while the older one,

eyes wide open, tried to rescue him,

you were nowhere in sight.

I hurried over and with one quick

swoop had the baby in my arms

a few dust bunnies around his mouth

startled but unhurt, then the smell of

popcorn wafted into the room,

we hurried out to the kitchen

where popped kernels were banging

against the door, I put the baby down

pulled out bowls to catch the treats

before they hit the floor, turned off the heat

but popcorn was everywhere.

The baby started giggling 

his two sisters helped

me gather the white bursts of corn

pulling it from the oven before it burned

and you were standing by the door

video taping the commotion

laughing ‘till you couldn’t stand anymore

and when everything had settled

we ate our treat while we watched

the movie of how our peaceful home

was turned upside down. 


I think I've combined both my sons' lives 
into a funny dream. What could it mean?