Ok, back to dreams

Alright, I still have many many dreams that are already typed out, just haven't posted them until now. These are all over a year old, yes they are what I call "headache dreams", and alot of them remind me of books and/or movies. I will try to remember to make all the dream fonts blue so you can tell them apart.

My dad's side of the family was African American and I was very light skinned, and my skin got lighter as I grew up. My mother had abandoned me or for some reason wasn't there for me and I was in foster care. I passed through so many different homes and had run away so many times the system lost track of me and my grandmother had a hard time finding me. I didn't want to be found because I didn't think I belonged with them, and didn't know why they wanted me. I didn't know they were my family. I was picked up by the police and taken to my grandmother. I liked her, I wanted her to be my grandmother but thought she couldn't really be related to me, she was too great. She was too perfect. I didn't know anything about my past, I only knew what I was told. And I made up the rest. There was a test that I had to go through to see if I was really their child. I wrote a story and claimed it was my life, and wrote another story - a romance novel type. The man that was evaluating me said "Your granddaughter has quite an imagination. " I felt really happy because I could see the pride on her face and knew that even if I wasn't sure who I was they knew I belonged. I was told to go into the other room and change, there was a wedding being held in the big room, which should have been the kitchen, but it was half- outdoors, it was open partly to let in the light and plants. I was changing my clothes and suddenly I was just waking up. There was smoke and some kind of odd smell throughout the house. There was a knock at the door. I wanted to go to the ceremony but the knock was persistent, I thought someone else would get it, but I think someone said that I had to answer the door before I could go watch the ceremony. I went to answer the door. There were two police men there. They were saying something but I couldn't pay attention, I couldn't help but think it was some kind of joke or something, the smoke couldn't be real, it had been in my story. They said something about a disturbance or someone called or something. They wanted to look around, I was like "OK" because I didn't think anything could possibly be wrong there, everything was fine a few minutes before that. I let them in, they were grinning humorously and so I thought maybe it was another test. I followed them into one of the bedrooms. My sister was laying on the bed and a fox was on top of her. She was also smiling in this odd way like the whole thing was a joke. The police asked her what was going on and she said that she was asleep and that "Linda's boyfriend" had attacked her. She looked at me as if it was my fault, I hadn't heard this name "Linda" before, they said my name was Belinda but she looked like she was saying it was me. I said "It wasn't me I don't have a boyfriend, I don't know what she's talking about". They all turned to me and grinned evilly and nodded and one of them said "I thought so."
I woke up.

(This dream was kind of V.C. Andrew-ish, she wrote Flowers In The Attic.)