Stolen

Last night I dreamed that I was at a convention akin to DragonCon. It was in a huge resort area (many several-story buildings) surrounded by desert. We parked in the sand and were getting in line for the big celebration that started off the convention.

I had left my bag in the car and I went back and noticed that a lot of people weren't locking their doors, and there were a few guys who were checking to see if there were any cars they could steal from. I began opening everyone's doors and locking them, and then I grabbed my purse from our car and wanted to put it somewhere safe.

I also had a dryer with me (?!) and wanted to get rid of it at the convention. It was in a storage cube and I printed out a sign and posted it with the sale price and a time to meet me at the dryer so I could hand it over. I hid my purse in it because I was afraid of purse-snatchers in line.

Meanwhile, my friends were waiting in line and saving my place. The sun was hot overhead, and there was hardly any breeze. I told them to wait in their spaces and not worry about me, I'd just line up at the back (it was already out the door and a mile long).

So I went back to the dryer and someone had opened it. My bag was on the floor. I grabbed it and rifled through it looking for my phone.

I couldn't find it.

I knew I'd turned on the "Find My Phone" App so I could track it that way but the callousness of someone just taking my phone with all my photos and videos of Stu broke my heart and I sat there sobbing, sifting through everything, hoping that it would all be there somehow.

And then my wallet popped out. And then my other phone. And then the iPhone. Whoever had taken it out had not taken a single thing.

I dried my eyes and realized I'd missed the opening ceremony for the convention, but it didn't matter because I had my phone with the last picture of Stu on it and that was enough.