This morning I had a nightmare. I was kidnapped, with the kids and a group from Scouts (I think). People looked familiar but I had no idea who they were. The kidnapper was a guy who looked like Joe Montegna. He was viscous and we were always uncertain if he meant to kill us or not and I was so scared for the kids and we were given plenty of chances to run because the group was a large one but everyone was scared to do anything and I just wanted the kids to be safe and I kept telling them to call 911 when he was planning to take a few of the adults away, including me, but either they didn't have a phone or they just were too scared to. It was one of those dreams where I couldn't make myself fall asleep afterwards to find out what happens. I woke up finally after he slit a woman's throat who walked into the encampment as an example of what he would do to the rest of us. The dream is still so vivid in my mind I feel I've left the kids behind because I won't go back to sleep to rescue them.
Am I losing my mind? I know my anxiety attacks are back.
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