I am sure this is the one bad dream I will have for the rest of my life.
The baby is missing. She was right there next to grandma/daddy/me and now we can't find her. I go frantically searching through the airport/playground/park/whateverpublicplace and we can't find her. We call her name and sing her favorite songs, but she doesn't respond. Someone took her away from us. I can't breathe in the dream, and then I wake up. Sometimes in the dream I know she's okay, even though she's missing, because I can hear her breathing. Then I wake up and she's right next to me.
I've had this dream several times in the last month. I do not enjoy them, and wish them to not ever come back.
My heart just breaks for the families who can't wake up from this horrible nightmare.
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