I am at home with my mother and little sister. Not my real family of course but in the dream it felt real. My little sister is about 8 or 11 years old (like I could tell the difference) and she's wearing a blue skirt/jumper type outfit that looks very retro to me. She has two blonde pig tails sort of like Sailor Moon. We're in the living room and there's a rack with hooks like those you see in stores. From the rack hang shrink wrap packaged chicken of all sorts as well as other groceries. Apparently it is refrigerated. It's an open refrigerator system I guess.
Our mother is busy distracted by television or something and I watch as my little sister goes behind her back and starts tearing the chickens off the hooks and rubbing her face into them. I grab the chickens away from her right away. I'm sure I yelled something like "What are you doing?!" I look at the chicken and the packaging is torn and the chicken won't be able to be hung up again. Another piece had an actual indentation from her mouth but the chicken was fine. I returned the chicken that was still intact. I looked at my sister and told her to get on the carpet. The carpeting is a nice bright Caribbean blue color. I get her face down on the carpet and tell her to stay there until she calms down. I am giving her a face down time out. I keep my hand on the small of her back to make sure she stays put. She is crying in protest and ready to struggle. Our mother turns around and finally notices what's happening. Her response is to get a pillow for my sister.
Our mother is busy distracted by television or something and I watch as my little sister goes behind her back and starts tearing the chickens off the hooks and rubbing her face into them. I grab the chickens away from her right away. I'm sure I yelled something like "What are you doing?!" I look at the chicken and the packaging is torn and the chicken won't be able to be hung up again. Another piece had an actual indentation from her mouth but the chicken was fine. I returned the chicken that was still intact. I looked at my sister and told her to get on the carpet. The carpeting is a nice bright Caribbean blue color. I get her face down on the carpet and tell her to stay there until she calms down. I am giving her a face down time out. I keep my hand on the small of her back to make sure she stays put. She is crying in protest and ready to struggle. Our mother turns around and finally notices what's happening. Her response is to get a pillow for my sister.
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