Dream: Silent Auction

Date: 6/15/2022

I had little to no memories of my childhood from before being picked up by a police officer and being put in the foster care system when I was 10. Was now an adult and raising an adoptive daughter, approximately 7 years old,  whom I had a spiritual connection to. As in we could communicate telepathically and I could usually feel if she was hurt. Vermont Freeman was dead. Died within the last year. Apparently murder but no one really knew. I looked a lot like him according to his brother, the co-founder of the special silent auction I was at. The man who had "talked me into" coming to the auction. The man who sat next to me. I hoped I didn't but I never knew my biological parents. I wasn't there for the auction exactly. I was there because of the child I was raising… her twin was reportedly on the market. So I let this man "entice me" into joining him.  Officer Ruiz, someone who helped me prep for how to behave at the auction should I get in,  was found out as a spy and led out of the auction room. I dunno if he's still alive. Vermont's nieces apparently were bait to quietly pull in auction patrons through TikTok videos that led up to when the auction would be held. Like subliminal messaging. Vermont's brother, remembering I stated I had to check in with my 'sister' if I was gonna leave with him, allows me to send a message to 'her' that read "We have a silent auction at the convention for retro items and I'm trying to get the beanie babies. Can't really talk. Love you." The message goes to my friend that's watching over Sasha, my adoptive daughter. He begins a GPS trace to figure out where we are and get a team in place to help bring down the trafficking ring. Lot 95 was brought on stage. A young boy who looked like a gaunt version of Sasha. "You know, you're not as clever as you think you are." A man behind me whispers in my ear, "Lucky for you we have similar goals." Vermont's brother turns to glare at the man sitting behind me. He then rests a hand on my arm. I knew how disgusting he actually is but somehow that touch was calming. The bidding began on Lot 95. On Sasha's brother. I kept bidding higher than others. Then I awoke.