Dream About Ex Husband In Prison

A dark dream this time, cold and haunting. I dreamt that my ex husband was a prisoner in a Russian prison for extremely dangerous men. So dangerous, that I was even slightly worried about HIS safety, as I still trusted him a little and had hope for him. For some reason, I was being sent there by a group here (I don't know if government or a covert-ops group) and I was taking our baby girls with me so it would be staged as a family visit. One was a toddler, one was crawling, and I was younger too. There was a detailed plan of how a prison breakout was planned and that I was to be there when it happened so that I would be taken too, and then use my phone to help track the prisoners. It wasn't as simple as a tracking device, I had to use a recording app on my phone to capture the location and then send it. I had a specific packing list as well, which I packed. But as soon as I got there and saw him in the crowd, things started to go wrong. I expected him to be afraid there, and so glad to see us, having missed me and his girls so much. But he was completely enmeshed with the group and mostly ignored us, which sent a cold bolt of fear through me that I recognised. His loyalty had switched, and that's a feeling I know well, betrayed over and over in life. I was showering in a visitor's dorm with the girls in the bathroom with me, and - as often happens with toddlers - after I got out and towelled off, I had to immediately clean them or fix something they had done before dressing, (so, naked) and a male janitor walked in and out twice to empty the bins. I was not that embarrassed, as I was struggling with the very active toddler and baby, but I did resent him for it. And other little details went wrong, so they caused me to not be with the group when they broke out, but I think my babies were and I was scared for them. So then I had to follow them. But more things went wrong, like I put on the wrong shoes, some of the prisoners came back for something and I had to hide under a bed (I hate confined spaces), or I wasn't able to use the recording app properly (doing it wrong), or I left my planner open out on a table where an associate of the prisoners could see it. I was panicking about getting my girls back, not trusting their father in the slightest to take care of them among those dangerous men. At some point I was near a TV which was showing a clip of babies calmly underwater in cave pools - some health show about some baby-care technique, having been trained in water since birth how to float so that they could turn on their backs and breathe with only their noses and mouths breaking the surface. It was creepy and worrisome - but it did reassure me a tiny bit about my babies somehow.