In my dream, I was Jennifer Garner's closest friend, and felt really disconcerted about having to leave her in the bazaar (in Afghanistan?), where we knew she was going to be at risk. We had just put down one threat, but there was sure to be another. So, against orders, I circled back around the corner, but by the time I got back to her booth she was already gone. It was confusing figuring out what had happened, but apparently she'd been betrayed by a smug, middle-aged local woman. When my friend had realized what had happened, she had lifted the other woman up in a choke hold. No one was really clear what had happened after that.
But in my next dream, my friend had gotten away, except instead of Jennifer Garner she was now my very recently transplanted friend, who had escaped along with another pilot (yes, they were both pilots now), a shorter blonde woman, through the use of a spherical high-tech explosive device, about the size of a grapefruit. The government was trying to get the remaining explosives back for analysis, but the pilots weren't interested in returning them until they were no longer going to need them. At one point the blonde one had hidden a couple of them from her pursuers in an over-sized brassiere. By the end of this dream, my friend and her colleague were on their way back in to safety, bringing the remaining explosive devices with them.
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