I had a weird dream, very realistic it was, and that was somewhat frightening.

I suppose it started when I got the impression that I was 'fighting' for position in a car or some sort of vehicle. I don't know if I got my preferred seat or not because that was when my cell phone rang. It was with a distinct feeling of dread that I answered it; the caller ID display was for TT. That meant I knew the person, right? Since his/her number was in my phone memory, but I have no recollection of someone having that alias in my phone memory.

When I answered the phone, I could hear one of my nephews in the background screaming and shouting something fierce. It was then that I knew that my nephew had been kidnapped and that they were calling me for the terms of his release.

On the flip side of it all, and I'm just realizing it now, why the hell did they call me?! I have no money and I'm not the kid's parent! I'm just the aunt, so why me?

For some reason my setting in the dream was inside a cathedral or a very large church, filling up with people for service. I strode over to the courtyard, and I knew people were looking at me but what the hell, who cares about them?

I can't recollect now what we talked about, only that the person on the other side had a girly voice and was trying to make it into that annoying five-year-old cutey girly voice when it was so painfully obvious she wasn't a five-year-old. Something like Umbridge would sound, I'm thinking right now.

We talked and talked until it rained on the outside and I was getting soaked and the phone reception was getting bad. But if it was one thing that I learned watching police negotiators at work with hostage-takers and what-not, it was to get the verification that the hostage/s were alright, for the time being at least, and that meant getting to hear their voice or something like that.

Now I had no idea where they were holding my nephew so I was also hoping that he'd be able to give me some clues as to where he was.

I was 'negotiating' with the girly voice and I know she was going to let me talk to my nephew but the service got cut, something about 'transmission cannot be continued' shit or something. You can imagine my frustration and anger as I entered the church to go back to my companions and family who were awaiting word.

The church service was on its way as I walked up the aisle to where they were and I got the distinct feeling that everyone, even the priest stopped when I shouted "Goddamnit!" as I walked.

And that was when I woke up. I was still feeling the adrenaline rush of it when I woke up and I had to take a moment to orient myself as to where and when I am.

I really wish I could remember how and what I talked about when I was in negotiator mode. The one thing that I know I hoped I had done (but couldn't because the phone call and the topic was so unexpected) was to have the phone call traced. I know there's some software out there that can do that.