The best and worst dream I've ever had!

Several months ago, I woke up from a dream that to this day, I still think about from time to time. Let me tell you about it, then you can tell me what it might mean.



It starts with me sitting on a bench at an outdoor mall. I hear cooing sounds and turn my head to the right and see a baby wrapped from head to toe in a blanket on the bench.  The strange thing about this is that I don't see the baby's face, but I can hear him or her cooing. I pick the baby up from the bench and into my arms.  "Hey, where did you come from? Where's your mommy?" I ask as if the baby will answer my questions.  I then think to myself, "Why am I holding this baby?  People will think I stole this baby." I put the baby down on the bench. I turn to look in the far distance and when I look back, the baby is completely gone! I panic. Where the hell did the baby go? I get up from the bench and search around it.  I look all over the place and start to notice the people at the mall to see if I can spot someone carrying the baby in their arms.  I see no one.

I start walking and I bump into my first grade instructional aide, Mrs. Magallanes. [In real life, she's the woman who taught me how to read and write in Spanish and I loved her like a second mom.] She recognizes me and says, "Mayra! How are you?" I look at her and I'm completely stunned! I can't believe she remembers me. We exchange hellos and in that conversation, she says to me, "My husband and I still talk about your gorgeous wedding. You looked so beautiful.  How's your husband doing?  How's the baby?"  I'm floored! I'm married and have a baby?! Oh shit, the baby! That was my baby!!! I make up an excuse and I leave Mrs. Magallanes behind.

I walk faster and now a panic wrapped with fear and confusion overcomes my body.  I'm a mom? Where's my baby? Someone stole my baby! As I'm walking at this outdoor mall, I bump into one of my friends from high school.  She is happy to see me. And I quickly stop to say hello to her.  And the same thing happens with her. She tells me, "Hey Mayra, how are you? Gosh, I haven't seen you since your wedding.  I heard you have a baby now. How's it going with that?" I smile politely and lie straight to her face, "It's fantastic! I love it!" I quickly make up a story about rushing home and that I would call her to hang out one day with her to catch up.  Now, I'm running. A million thoughts pour in my head.  I don't know what to do.

I find a bench near the end of the mall and have a quick second to grab my breath and try to think clearly.  "Okay, first thing's first. I'm married.  Who the hell did I marry?  Why can't I remember anything about this?" I look down and finally realized that I have been carrying my purse with me this whole time but I manage to lose a baby?! What are the odds? As I focus on the purse, I see something shiny that blinds my eye.  I move my left hand closer to my face to take a better look and it's a freakin' gorgeous princess cut diamond ring on my left ring finger.  Holy shit! Daaaaang! Check out that rock! Where did this come from? I start thinking to myself, if this ring is so gorgeous, then the guy who got it for me must be pretty well off. Who is he?

Check your driver's license, pendeja! I go into my wallet and search for my driver's license.  I find it in hopes to see if I have a new last name or my new home address on it.  Maybe that would help trigger my memory of the man I married.  I read my name and address only to find my information on it from my life before marriage. Dammit! Typical me, being too lazy to go to the DMV to change my name and new address on my driver's license.  That was a total bust!

I look into my purse one more time to find anything, anything at all to help me find new clues of my new life.  I realized that I must have amnesia. I can't remember anything.  I only remember everything from my life when I was single and still living with my parents.  Tears fill my eyes and I'm trying very hard to keep my composure in a public place.  I find my cell phone in my purse. And I'm still there just staring at my phone in my hand and thinking of a way to call my mom to explain to her that I have lost my memory. I need help. I practice a dialogue in my mind to tell her, "Mom, it's your daughter, Mayra.  I don't know how to tell you this but I lost my memory.  I can't remember anything.  I'm scared."

My eyes are so watery that I can't even see straight. I try dialing my parents' house number but for some reason, my fingers seem way too big for my phone's screen and I keep entering wrong numbers. I dry my tears and I try to focus on the numbers and after my 8th time...success!  The phone rings and rings and rings.  No answer.  I hang up and dial my dad's cell phone number.  The phone goes straight to voicemail. Okay, my parents are not a good option right now.  I need to find someone else who can help me. I try to look through my contacts to see who I can call for help but I don't even recognize any of the names on my phone.  Maybe this isn't your phone.  I keep looking and come across a contact that reads "My hubby."  There it is.  Staring back in my face.  I open the contact to read who my "hubby" is.  There's no picture. It's just the two words and a phone number.  That's it.

My arm feels paralyzed.  I'm like a statue.  I don't have the nerve to call him and to ask him who he is. He might think I'm nuts. I am feeling sick to my stomach.  I feel like I might throw up and my body starts to tremble.  I hit the call button after I am awarded a quick second of bravery and see my screen read, "Calling My hubby." I sit there and slowly put the phone to my ear.

All of a sudden, I feel a warm hand touch my left shoulder and hear a manly but sweet voice say very gently, "Here you are.  I've been looking all over for you."  My breath leaves my body and I drop my phone to the ground.  I'm certain that my phone hitting the ground cracked the screen. I turn my head slowly towards the hand and see a wedding band on his finger. The only conclusion that enters my mind in that split second is that he's my husband. Fear fills my body and my heart is beating so fast, it's trying to break out of my chest.  I can't stand it.

I woke up!

I never saw his face or found the baby! Help! What does this dream mean? Comment below. I need closure on this dream. LOL!

Thanks for reading.

May you always have sweet dreams,
Mayra