I just woke up from my second awful dream in a row, so I’m up for a bit! This one in particular was outrageous! First let me start off by saying my 4 year old, Evan, is extremely sensitive to being alone, secluded, and to things that scare him like the dark, basements, etc. And he is very close to my mom, more so than he is to me.

My mom and I were standing at this lady’s front door just hanging out talking to her. She had been watching my kids for several hours that day, and regularly up until then. My kids were supposedly napping, so we were waiting for them to wake up to take them home. Well, then suddenly we hear Evan crying. At first it just sounds like a whimper from having just woke up, but then we realize that the cry is coming from a small dark room in the basement where he has been locked up alone (and possibly tied up). His cry sounds like he’s been crying for a LONG time, terrified, hoarse and exhausted. My mom, from over my shoulder, says “just where is that coming from?” and the lady is going um… uh… and runs off. I am instantly ready to murder this woman and my mom and I take off running to find Evan… and I woke myself up!

Wow, let me tell you about waking up enraged! When I realized it was a dream I started crying and went and checked on Evan in his bed. I hate dreams like that!