I was a foster mother in this dream, which is something that I think I might want to do with my life because I've known a lot of fantastic foster children and parents over the years, including some of my near and dear foster family members.
My foster children were three or four girls, including one who never showed her face and never spoke. She had been abused and for reasons unknown, there were some assassins who were out to get her. They had killed her previous foster mother.
I assumed that there was something wrong with her face, but the foster girl eventually began showing her face and it was normal looking. Eventually, when she felt safe around me and the other girls, she began to speak, too.
However, the assassins were still out to get her, so we were never safe. Bad guys kept popping up in the most random places, and the whole middle of the dream was a series of close calls.
We were in a grocery store when one of the close calls happened, and on the way out I saw Corey from the dream two nights ago. He was wearing a light blue button-down shirt and khakis. (Just like he was wearing at rehearsal yesterday.) I stopped to say Hello to him and for some reason decided to poke him in the stomach, but I poked something hard plastic under his shirt instead.
He got annoyed and explained that he has colitis. (People with colitis sometimes have to use colostomy bags.) I don't know why my brain put this in my dream. Maybe I'm worried about getting colitis and having a bag of poop connected to me.
My foster girl finally seemed safe, it had been a few years since an attack. My girls and I were loading up our truck to go somewhere, and a younger-looking man whom we all trusted was helping us. I was finally okay with leaving my foster girl alone with another person for short periods of time because it didn't seem like anyone would be trying to kill her anymore.
However, as soon as I let her and the young man out of my sight, he kidnapped her, threw her in the truck and drove off. I followed frantically, but with no idea how to save my girl without getting myself killed.
I followed them to a clearing in the woods. He had her tied up and was going to light a fire nearby.
I ran into the clearing with my friend Josh, Jillian Michaels, and my band director Batch. The young man wouldn't release my girl and threatened to kill us and her if we didn't leave the area.
I left to protect my foster girl, and Josh and Jillian, who had just wandered in by accident, left with me. Batch appeared to leave also, but in reality he snuck behind a little grove of trees and pulled out a handgun.
When the young man went to light a fire near the grove, Batch popped up and shot him.
With that, my little family was reunited and we lived happily ever after.
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