I've been having some strange dreams lately. This last one occurred Sunday morning when I awoke feeling anxious. It went something like this:

Jonathan was two years old, and we had a one month old baby. David and I decided we'd take a family vacation and see some obscure European country. We arrived acting like regular tourists seeing all the sights. And then I was kidnapped.

David looked everywhere for me. Unable to find me, he rushed to the American Embassy with a child in each arm trying to get help to search for me. The baby was hungry and screaming. Jonathan was crying, wondering what happened to his mommy.

Meanwhile, I was stuck in a dark house with a bunch of modern day pirates. There was another girl there they had kidnapped as well. We teamed up and immediately began our escape plan. We stole one of their armored vehicles and mad a run for the American Embassy. Speeding towards the gate, we had to make a sudden and jarring halt because the guards were preparing to fire upon us as we appeared as a threatening force charging the gate in some act of terrorism. The girl and I had to run the rest of the distance with the bad guys right behind us shouting, 'I'm an American! I'm an American!'

Throughout the dream, I was so worried about the baby because it wouldn't take a bottle and I was gone for two entire days. I spent the rest of the morning worrying about a one month old baby that wasn't real.