Had a real
doozy: Some
friends and I were off at this
colony of
savages, endeavouring to
teach them in the ways of righteousness.
I forget exactly why, but my friends and I made a plan to make off with all that money - there were about six of us. It would take a full-scale
strike operation. We came up with a
plan and resolved to meet in the morning for
final preparations, and to make sure we really wanted to
do it. Sarah and I decided that night that we weren't up for it and would
say so in the
general meeting. We got there in the morning and they were running out of the
main building with two
suitcases; they'd already gone in and done it.
Torn between a chance to come into lots of money, and sticking around to get
killed with sticks by the
natives, I jumped in Nicole's car and we started
driving down the highway, the
straightest,
bleakest highway known to
man,
beast or
appliance.
I looked behind and noticed that there was
money - lots of money - coming out of the trunk, where the suitcase was. We hadn't closed the
zipper on the case and the speed of the
car was whisking our money away. We didn't
care so much at first because there was so much
in the bag, but when we got to a small town and opened it up there was only a couple of
handfuls of bills left.
Next thing I knew I was at home,
talking on the phone to a
police officer and I knew I was done for. I was figuring I'd probably
get off easier than the others because I wasn't there for all the
violence and
robbery part of it, but I still got that
arrested-
sinking feeling I always get when I'm arrested in dreams.
The rest of the
dream involved replaying the previous events, from different
camera angles. Quelle trip..