The Kid-napping of My Daughters!

Date: 6/1/2019

This night, I had a dream that my Daughters had been taken by two Middle Eastern men who were living in my Grandma & Grandpa’s house! I took my friend with me in the middle of the night to search the house! The door was unlocked and we proceeded to go from room-to-room in search of my girls. After searching every room, we quietly focused on the closet areas, as not to wake the men in their rooms. We searched until the sun began to rise. One of the men awoke and was showering. We continued the search with no success. I thought surely my girls had to be either in the attic or somewhere behind the walls. Then the little man was awake. We followed him into the kitchen where we confronted him! He yelled for the other dude who by now was out of the shower. “Tell us where they are!” my friend shouted at the larger man entering the kitchen. He paused from drying his hair and smirked, “I have no idea what you are talking about.” The little guy repeated, “Yeah, he has no idea what you are talking about.” My friend then strapped on a pair of boxing gloves and began punching the man with the towel in the face repeatedly, “Tell! Us! Where! They! Are!” The little guy excitedly responded, “You’ll never find them!” I noticed a crucifix on the kitchen table. It struck me that my Grandma used to have it hanging on the living-room wall! I ran to the living-room and began kicking through the wall! There was my baby, swaddled in her car seat. I picked her up and ran outside and dialed 9-1-1. It did not take long for the police to arrive. The three of them (two male cops and one female) rushed into the house. They brought the small guy out in hand-ties and marched him down the lane. This left only one remaining officer in the house. I’ve seen too many movies, so I redialed 9-1-1 to request backup. Then I remembered that we had not checked the cellar! I ran back into the house through the side door and there we found my other Daughter, along with a boy of mixed-race about the same age. Apparently this was the son of the man still in the kitchen. He too had been taken by his father a few years after his mother and father had split. I put one hand around my Daughter and carried my girls out into the light.