So on Saturday night we pulled his mattress out of the crib so he wouldn't have bad dreams. We also gave his a pillow (which I explained the bad dreams got caught underneath the pillow and couldn't get in his head) and he decided to sleep with his hockey sticks ("to hit the bad dreams away," he explained. Smart kid!)
We asked Sam on Sunday if he was going to sleep in his crib anymore and he said, "I think I won't" so Dave dismantled it. We knew this day was coming but hoped it wouldn't happen until we moved. However, you cannot plan for kids and their transitions, as we have discovered!
And here is Sam this morning, reading books in his new space.