I was running errends while Gatinha had our 3yr old girl at the beach. When they decided to come home, the toddler couldn't climb the hill from the beach to our house (we don't live on a hill, or a beach, but it's a dream), so Gatinha told Peanut to stay put, and she'd come back for her with the car. When Gatinha told me this, I panicked, and raced up and down the rails of the cruise ship looking over the rails and calling for Peanut, and asking every stranger if they'd seen her. I called 911 from a payphone, and the cops were like, "Yeah we have a lost child, what's your childs name?" Then they were like "Oh, this one's a boy, sorry, we can't help you." Then I was running up and down dark alleys in a city at night screaming her name, grabbing strangers and begging them to help me find my baby girl, and crying my ass off hysterically searching for her. I awoke exaughsted, and was like "Oh, thank God it's only a dream," but it felt so real at the time.
One of my first thoughts on waking was, why wasn't I mad in my dream at Gatinha for leaving her alone at the beach? My dream just sort of glossed over this important detail.
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