That ( for some reason) I walked away from my 7 month old baby in a giant airport. When I returned, he was gone. I'm frantically running and searching through this endless airport; I'm crying and and calling his name. People keep intentionally getting in my way and smiling. Sometimes they smile malevolently. Sometimes it's with sympathy, but I'm screaming because they won't get out of my way. I wake up in a panic, never having found my baby. I then have to put him in my bed, because I'm so scared.
Does anybody have an interpretation they'd like to share? I wish I could make it stop.
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