Lost My Baby

Date: 5/16/2016

I dreamed I was pregnant and gave birth to a baby girl. (I've never been pregnant, nor do I ever want to be.) The birth was an ordeal, spanning several hours in my dream. I was so ecstatic about my baby, I even appreciated the pregnancy and the whole ordeal. I got my baby and went home, and took care of her for the next couple of weeks, and I loved her so much. But it was hard work, and I was growing more exhausted each day. I put my baby down for a nap so that I could get some sleep, but then I couldn't remember where I had put her. I was searching every room in my house for her, but I couldn't find her anywhere. My dad found me and started teasing me, saying "Where's your baby? You'd better go find her," all the while grinning at me, because he knew where she was. He was taunting me, repeating the same phrases over and over. I had lost her and he wouldn't tell me where she was or if he had done anything to her. I was sobbing hysterically, and running through the house, screaming for her.