Interpretation Needed

I'm not sure what I ate or drank before bed last night, but I'm going to be sure not to repeat it.

I used to have nightmares when I slept on my back.  Without fail, I'd wake up on my back every time I was being chased or found myself unable to scream in my dreams.  I always assumed it was because I had a mild case of sleep apnea; after kids, the nightmares stopped for the most part.  No more waking up to E.T. over my bed or Snickers barking at an intruder. ;0)

But last night's dream was way to real.  I'm surprised I didn't wake Tim with the sobbing or screaming.  But then again, I guess that was all in my head.  I've not had a dream this vivid since I was pregnant (and this one certainly wasn't as "enjoyable" as those dreams ...)

I suppose the root comes from blogging before bed.  Since I blogged about our Florida trip, I suppose traveling was on my brain.  And Mom is leaving for a trip to San Diego this morning, so I guess flying was on my mind.  But where the rest of it comes from, I'm unsure.

So Tim, Mom, the kids and I are in an airport.  I don't remember why.  We are headed to the car in the parking deck when, naturally, Kendall needs to go potty.  Now, Kendall never has to potty, so if she says she needs to go, she really needs to go.  There's no waiting.  So I grab her hand and we head back into the airport.  Of course, then Tanner pipes up with, "I need to go, tooooooooooo!"  Tim yells for us to hurry up, so the three of us run into the airport and ask for the closest restroom.  (Side note: I asked Chris Lewis where the restroom was.  He went to high school with us ...)  Because K is independent (and Tanner isn't), she went into a stall by herself while I helped Tanner into another one.  (Moms, you feel where this is going, don't you??)  I help T potty, and in our mad rush to hurry, we wash our hands and run out of the restroom.

T and I return to the car, everyone climbs in, and we head home.  (But home is not this home ... it is the house I grew up in on Hickory Grove Rd.  That seems to always be the case in my dreams.)  When we get home, Mom gives Tanner a bath while I hop in the shower.  As we are winding down before bed, and I'm sitting on the couch with my hair in a towel (which I never do), I come to the realization that Kendall is not there.

That's right.  I just realized that I left my 6 year old daughter in the restroom at the airport.  Nightmare ensues.

In my fluffy white robe and the towel on my head, Tim rushes me back to the airport, all the while screaming about what a horrible mother I am to have left our daughter in the restroom.  I proceed to scream back at him that I wouldn't have been rushing so much if he wasn't so impatient and short-tempered.  We get to the airport when I realize I don't have any shoes on.  Tim makes me go in the airport anyway to find Kendall.

So here I am, wandering around the airport in my fluffy white robe with no shoes on, screaming for Kendall.  No one helps me or even looks at me, except Chris Lewis and Vince Roldan (who also appears to be working at the airport).  Then I think I spot Kendall sitting on a bench with some of her friends from school (Zoey was there), but when I get to her, it's not Kendall after all.

Then I woke up.

Seriously!!  And now I can't get my heart to stop pounding.  I've been awake since 7:30, and I'm still stressed!

Interpretations???