There's nothing worse than losing a child. There's also nothing worse than either misplacing your child or one having it taken away from you.
My dream had me back at CNN. This time, I took my infant son Blake with me to work. I went to work at CNN for the first time in forever. Before I started my new editing shift, I decided to get some food and drink at the newly built Einstein Bros. Bagels on the 5th floor. I got a coke and a bagel.
For some reason in the dream, I executed this bad idea of leaving my son in his car seat across the walkway, a good ways away from where I was getting my food. Blake was left all by himself and I had a ton of crap in one hand and my food and drink in another hand. I could see the soda fountain right in front of my face as I was getting ready to start my day.
Not even moments before I could get to work, I discovered the horror that I created. My son was gone. Blake went missing. I don't know who would have taken my baby away from me. I was sad. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know who to call. I couldn't have told any of my family because I would have had to admit a huge, potentially fatal mistake I made.
I was scared that something really, really bad happened to Blake. Had it happened, I could never live with myself again. I would never ever live again. Period. Ever.
In reality, I thankfully woke up and saw my baby Blake sleeping near me in his little pack and play.
He actually woke up (probably before I did). Thankfully I could hear his squirming and squeaking as I was trying to get myself up and awake.
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