Vividdreaming Stories

The story is inspired when I woke up, one morning when I was crying.

Hi! I'm Rilynn. I was raised in an orphanage for most of my life but it closed it's doors for good a few years ago so I've just been in and out of foster homes since. As a foster, I'm not allowed to leave foster care until I turn 18, unless someone adopts me so that I'm no longer a statistic in the system. But at 18, I'll be given options for what to do with myself. Lately I've been having dreams again. Vivid dreams that I experience in first person vision but... I know they aren't my experiences; neither past, present nor future. What am I meant to do? Am I meant to help people? I used to ignore them but these recent ones are hard to ignore now that I'm older, have a deeper understanding of things, and am craving adventure. Maybe it will help me find my family, if I have one? *Summary needs some work, very much aware lol*

This is not the final product. Just a draft