Buzzards

Dream 9/26/2017

I create a new game. I take a billiards table and transform it. The green table cloth now has several holes in it. Two big holes on the ends and one small hole in the middle. The two big holes are called "the mountain" and the small hole in the middle is "the source." I also plan to put several holes surrounding the middle hole called "the buzzards." The object of the game is to throw four dark blue or red billiard balls at once. The balls must hit the edge of the opposite side and then roll into the "source" hole. The balls must avoid the "buzzards."

I set up dozens of tables in my home and create a business out of my game. People come and play. They pay me money for my entertainment.

At one point, I am captured and taken to a building similar to a castle. I decide to escape. I help others who are with me. We make it out. I swim down a river. Underneath me are hammerhead sharks. I've heard that if you swim above hammerheads, they cannot see you because of the position of their eyes. I swim above them and have no issues. Dream ends.

I wake up

The Ghost In The Hall

Nightmare 9/24/2017

My family and I return to a house in Frankton, Indiana in which we used to live. The place seems stale and reeks of ghosts. All of us gathers in my mom and dad's old bedroom. Something is in the hallway. I close the door and lock it. I can see a shadow of something moving around outside the door. Dream ends.

I wake up

Foo

Dream 9/23/2017

My mom's dad just came back into her life. He is very tall. Standing next to him, I feel like a leprechaun. I drive around in my grandma and aunt's neighborhood but get lost. I try to keep driving to see if anything rings a bell as to where I am and how to get back. My mom calls. I tell her I am lost.

We go to a festival where the Foo Fighters are performing. They are playing under a pavilion. Dave Grohl is standing only fifty feet away.

I'm hanging out with my cousins at my aunt's house. We are all crowded around a TV watching a Foo Fighters/Marilyn Manson concert (at times it is Foo Fighters and other times it is Manson.) I don't feel like I belong in this group. There is an invisible wall that keeps me from connecting with my own family. While the others watch TV, I roam around the house and realize that this house is identical to mine. I tell the others, "hey, you guys have the exact same house as mine. Even all of your furniture is the same." I start pointing out the similarities.

My aunt and mom return home. I walk outside to greet them but two little puppy's escape the house. All of us chase the puppy's around the driveway trying to catch them. Dream ends.

I wake up

Tandy

Dream 9/23/2017

     My mom bought me a cat for $80.00. I love the cat. I named him Tandy. He is very mischievous. So much so that he pushes my mom's buttons. My mom becomes so annoyed with the cat that she gives him away without my knowledge. When I find out that he is gone, I am very angry. I go off on my mom. I cuss her out. "Why would you buy me a cat for $80.00 and then just a few weeks later get rid of him?" I loved that cat. And now he is gone.

     My oldest sister, Amy, tries to make me feel better by giving me a framed plaque of a college sports team. The coach on the plaque is my brother-in-law, Andy, but under his picture it reads, "Spicy." Amy tells me that I can't show this to anyone because nobody knows yet that Andy will be the coach. It's a secret. Dream ends.

I wake up

Natural Born Killer

Nightmare 9/22/2017

Somebody I used to know, a boy named Kirk, has told me of his evil intentions. He is going to come to school with a shotgun and party hardy. He wants a massacre.

The day comes.

My class is standing by the entrance of the school when Kirk pulls out his weapon. He starts shooting. Students run in every direction. I run outside. In the parking lot, there are several other students with guns shooting the running ones. I find out later that all of the guns are fake including Kirk's.

The day comes. For real.

Students from my class are standing in the senior hallway when Kirk pulls out his shotgun. He starts shooting. It's hard to explain the dread that comes with the thought that you are about to die. I slip by Kirk and run outside. He doesn't notice. I run across the street and the student parking lot to a field where I have a couple of tents set up. I hide until the madness is done. I can still hear the gunshots. Dream ends.

I wake up

It's The End Of The World As We Know It

Dream 9/21/2017

     After being away, I return home to find a monstrous pile of books sitting in my driveway. Being an avid collector of books, I start going through the pile to see what I can find. I see a Goosebumps book. I make it my goal to find every Goosebumps here. I walk away for a moment and when I return, the pile of books is gone. Several people are standing outside, including many of my cousins. I find out that my dad boxed up all of the books to be taken away and recycled. I throw a quiet fit. My dad knows I am upset. In a gentle way, I let him know that I wanted to find all the good books in the pile before it was trashed. I walk away again. When I return, I see all the people, including my cousins, rummaging through the books, for me, to find the treasures (including Goosebumps.)

     The apocalypse has taken place. My family owns a decent sized farmhouse in the country. We plant trees on the outside of our fence but this isn't normal life trees, it's Minecraft trees. We put a plant in the ground and then Pop! within a second it is fully grown. We plant the trees in an unusual pattern. I hear a car driving by, which is unusual since most people in the world are dead. I flag the person down. It is a woman. She joins our household. Another day, I hear another vehicle. I flag them down. It is a married couple. They join our household as well. Our village is growing.

     My brother-in-law, Andy, and I take a drive to scavenge the town. I point out a golf course. "I like the way you think," Andy says to me. I'm thinking we could find some golf clubs in here to use as weapons. We pull up to the club house and notice that somebody is in there. Andy reverses the car and drives away, "we don't want any part of that," he exclaims. We drive into town. At one part in the town, there is a dirt bike track. I see people on it. They point our direction. I am nervous. We drive on.

     We make it to a grocery store. The store is full of shoppers. I find this odd as it is the apocalypse. Also, we have to pay for our items? That's bogus. I wanted to get the authentic apocalypse experience but now I can't because I have to pay for what I take? Andy has a food warmer on wheels and is using it as a cart. I find the Silk Almond milk. It is high on a shelf. I climb the shelf and it starts to tip. It completely falls over. I grab three cartons; chocolate, strawberry and zombie. That is literally what the carton of milk says, "zombie flavored." Andy is just ladling food into his warmer. It's looking like a jail house mash at this point. He asks if I am ready to go. I am not but I don't want to take up his time so I tell him that I'm ready. The cashier announces over the intercom that the news has predicted three earthquakes for today. What? I didn't think the news was still running. What kind of lame apocalypse is this? Dream ends.

I wake up

My Father's Business

Dream 9/19/2017

My dad and his wife have built a business. It is unclear what the business is. I visit his work one day. I have to admit, his workplace is huge. It looks like a warehouse the size of an airport. My dad and I walk up to the top story which houses many bedrooms. In my mind, I wish I could live in one of these rooms. The floor beneath my feet is not stable. I fall through the floor boards but my dad catches me. He lowers me down to the next floor.

I am near a room where scientific experimentation is occurring. I haven't been told to stay away from that area but I feel that I should. I walk down escalators to a basement. In the basement is a large room where two teams have just finished a soccer match. I have a water bottle but then I don't. The bottle ended up on the other side of the room. I walk over there and pick it up but then I see several bottles. I walk over to a storage closet and find dozens of boxes of soda and water. This is where the company stores their beverages for parties and functions. I have the feeling that I stole something from my dad's business. I carry on.

I walk to another basement. This basement is much darker, colder and more unsettling. It's reminiscent of the basement in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie. Everything is disorderly and without purpose. I stand at the bottom of the stairs and drop some items from my hands. As I bend down to pick them up, my sister, Morgan, walks down the stairs. She sees that I am sad. She tries to comfort me. We talk about a man that works here named Jon. This basement is where Jon works but he is not here. We walk up the stairs. I walk through the workplace and see a man sitting in a cubicle. His name plate reads "Jon." Dream ends.

I wake up

Flatlined

Dream 9/18/2017

A group of boys from my school (a few grades below me) have all been killed. I am unsure if it was an accident or murder. One of the boys is the cousin of my friend, Derek. I come to school the next day. Derek is furious and upset. I've never seen him like this. The school calls all of the student body into the gymnasium. They discuss what happened and try to console us.

I walk out of the school. It is night and snow has covered the ground. I walk out to the student parking lot. Today, I have driven my large front-loader to school. I climb up into the loader and turn it on. I have trouble controlling it especially the bucket on the front. I accidentally drive forward and clip another persons vehicle. I get out to check the damage. The person has a small front-loader. No damage was done.

I drive down the road but have so much trouble controlling the machine. The bucket goes up and down and turns up and down. It is as if the machine is running itself. I drive down a road to a dead end. I turn around and go the other way. Dream ends.

I wake up

Jewelry

Dream 9/12/2017

My mom, sister and I am travelling to California to visit a jewelry shop. The shop is owned by Madonna and Chris Jericho, the wrestler, works there as well. We make it to the shop. Madonna helps me pick out a few rings. Chris Jericho throws his arm around my shoulder like we are pals. Another famous person works here but I don't recognize him. We leave Madonna's jewelry shop and return home.

I am driving through a small town. I get lost but it is okay because I feel adventurous.

My sister's high school class is having a reunion. I come along. I see several people from my class here. I try to lay low because if they find out it is not my class reunion, they will kick me out. I sit at a table with a girl named Emily. I tell her about the jewelry shop and how I met Madonna and Chris Jericho. She is astounded. I sneak some food from a nearby buffet.

Still at the reunion, I am walking around a lake. The grass hasn't been mowed. I think I see a snake slithering. I walk back to the reunion. Dream ends.

I wake up

Celebrity Deathmatch

Dream 9/12/2017

A celebrity boxing match is about to occur. The fighters are Arnold Schwarzenegger and Tommy Wiseau. To get to the boxing ring, one must walk up a flight of spiral stairs. The ring is several stories up. It can be seen from the ground.

The match takes place. I don't know who wins. Dream ends.

I wake up

A Matter of Time

Dream 9/11/2017

I've traveled back in time. I don't know how or why. I end up at my high school. In the gymnasium, the school body is having a pep rally. On the gym floor, three or four different teams of dancers are performing.

I walk into the dancers, trying to find a microphone. Once the dance is done, I finally find one. I grab the attention of the school. Silence befalls the gym. I tell them that I am a time traveler and that there are a few things they need to know. I tell them about September 11 and the terrorist attack. After I tell them this, I wonder what day I've come back into time. I ask the person next to me what the date is. She tells me that it is the year 2002. Ok so, 9/11 already happened. What else can I tell them.

I begin telling them a personal story of a boy that goes to this school. In 2005, he will drown. I want so bad to prevent this from happening. While telling of this tragedy, the school becomes very quiet. The boy whom I speak of is sitting in the bleachers. I finish my time travel speech. I go to my locker and grab a bunch of time travel items and then leave the school.

When I drive away, it is night. I don't know where I am going. I find myself on country roads. Off in the distance, I can see lights from a town. I head that way. I drive down the streets of this small town. I see a shop called, "The Witches Brew." My mom is now with me. We drive on a track that leads us into an old building. It is an attraction. Like a theme park ride. Many cars are behind us on the ride as well. We drive through the old building and finally exit.

My mom and I stand in line on a street. I don't know what the line is for. In my hands is a soda bottle. I throw it. Unfortunately, it hits a boy in my sister's class named Wes. He is very angry. He walks up and down the line of people, trying to find out who threw the bottle. I am drinking Diet Coke. At this time, a cop is taking my fingerprints. I don't know why. I haven't committed a crime. Wes walks over and looks at the fingerprint page. He says, "looks like the same handwriting." What? Did I write on the bottle? How would my handwriting give me away?

I look around me. The line of people is gone. I stand in the dimly lit street and feel alone. I don't think I have ever felt a part of anything. I just have the hardest time connecting with people. I walk down the street with no real intentions. No clear direction. I look into the windows of shops and restaurants, watching the smiling people live their lives. Dream ends.

I wake up 

Mantis

Dream 9/8/2017

I am headed toward Alaska. I'm am going there on a missions trip with Global Expeditions. We will spread the message of Jesus Christ to the villagers there.

Although we could drive to Alaska, we decide to take a boat and travel across ocean. With nearly a mile to go, without warning, we, all of us, observe as a spiky tentacle, the size of a skyscraper, surfaces and then drops back down underwater, out of sight. A few more times, we see parts of the colossal creature. The sheer size of it takes my breath from my lungs. We fear that it will capsize our boat and we will drown or be eaten.

We make it to land without problems. We greet the villagers on the dock. We ask them what the creature is. They tell us that it is called Mantis.

Our group travels inland where we go rafting on a nearby river. The river must've taken us back out to sea. We travel through the same area where we witnessed the creature earlier that day. We know that it will find us. Our fate has been determined. The captain of the boat decides to creep the vessel near a cliff as not to draw attention. Before we know it, Mantis appears. This time, it seems intent on bringing us down. I walk to the front of the ship where I have a clear visual. The tentacles lift up out of the water and slam down, time after time.

The passengers on the boat are terrified. They are so scared that two of them, Matt (who is my friend) and a girl who I do not know, commit suicide with guns. The event is distressing.

The rest of us make it back safely.

On our way home, I am walking down the aisle of the boat and I decide to sit down in an empty seat. When I do, I feel something wet on my back. I turn around and see a large blood stain on the seat. I don't know whether the blood is from Matt or the girl. Anyway, I decide to change seats. I walk up the aisle and sit down between two girls on chairs that look like toilets. Since the chair looks like a toilet, I choose to urinate while sitting there. The girls next to me are disgusted.

Back at home, finally. I sit on my bed holding a joint. I believe one of the villagers gave it to me. Should I smoke it? The temptations keeps coming. My mom is in the next room. I think she is sleeping. I almost smoke but decide against it. I open it up to see the weed. It is just a rolled up, green Brillo pad. Dream ends.

I wake up

Security #2

Dream 9/5/2017

I am a part of the security team for one of the presidents speeches. John McCain is head of security. He's dyed his hair dark brown. It looks awkward. An Asian man tries to get past security with a silenced pistol. My friend, Tim, tries to wrestle the gun away from him but falls backward. I jump in and wrestle the man. We eventually get the gun away from him and take him away.

I am wearing dress pants and no shirt. Tim needed a shirt and jacket to wear so I let him borrow mine. I walk outside. I stroll the city streets looking for a store that can sell me a T-shirt. I know there is a mall nearby but I don't know how to get there. I look at the different stores as I pass them. Pizza shops, arcades, toy stores, pizza shops. There are a lot of pizza restaurants in this city.

I see my friend, Derek, walking toward me. I walk with him. He needs to get to the police station to do research on the Asian man with the silenced pistol. We hop in his car and drive. I look up at the Salesforce Tower in downtown Indianapolis. "You know what freaks me out?" I ask Derek. "Being on the top floor of that building. Derek shivers as if he can't stand the thought. "I hate heights," he tells me. I continue, "I went up there once, by myself, and that was the moment that I knew I was afraid of heights." Derek jumps in, "I couldn't go up there by myself."

We make it to the police station. We enter the place. The main room has several tables spread out, like a lunchroom. Dozens of police are sitting at the tables while others are walking around. The place is busy. Derek finds a computer, he sits down and begins researching. I hover over Derek's shoulder, my eyes pacing the computer screen. Just then, I look back and see the Asian man from the presidents speech. How did he get free? He pulls a gun. I once again try to wrestle the gun away from the man. Dream ends.

I wake up

Liberty The Beautiful

Dream 9/4/2017

Back with Liberty. It's a wonder, even after I've been gone for so long, it still hasn't left me. My memories have been replaced, however, with my nightly dreams. Hello fourth wall.

I walk into class. My teacher is Canadian. I can't remember her name. I look around the room. Everyone is writing in their notebooks. They write a verse and draw a picture. I have no idea what the assignment is but I guess I better look like I am busy. I rip out my notebook and start drawing a picture of E.T.. I have to say, the picture is actually not bad. I never thought of myself as artistic.

I look up from my drawing and realize that most people have left the class. The bell hasn't rung. I instantly know that people are roaming the hallways, skipping class.

In another class now. The teacher calls up one of my fellow classmates, Roman Reigns. In my mind, I know that he is hated, but I feel like being a troll. I start chanting, "Roman! Roman! Roman! Roman!" Others in the class join in. Several other wrestlers have come today to put on a show.

I go to the gym and sit down but everyone in the gym scatters elsewhere. Some run outside. I follow. When I exit the building, I observe a line of hot rod cars in the parking lot. They are the only cars that I see. The wrestlers are going to race them later.

I've lost my jacket. It is a beige coat. I must've left it in class. I return to class where a substitute teacher starts talking my ear off. I ask if my coat is in here. I grab one but it isn't mine.

I walk down to where the kids used to be served lunches. I stand in the doorway for a moment. I look around. I've been away for so long. So many years. This school used to be my life. Everyday I would walk it's halls. I would learn it's lessons. Now, I have nothing to do with it and it has nothing to do with me. I think to myself how could I be more involved? I could become a teacher. No. I don't want to be a teacher. I could become a janitor.

Here it comes again. My sadness. My depression. What did I do to deserve this. Day in and day out it comes to visit me. It seems to be my most loyal companion these days.

I look at a yellow sign covered in laminate. It looks old. I wonder if my mom was the person who posted it years ago. If she posted it, then I had to be in 6th grade. No. 5th grade. Maybe 4th. That seems to be about the right time. Dream ends.

I wake up

Cops In The Marsh

Dream 9/3/2017

My friend, Derek, and me are driving around town. We drive in an area that used to be rural but now is being fixed up by the city. New stores and restaurants are being added. I tell Derek that I wish they didn't keep doing this, I like the country the way it is, soon there won't be any country. We keep driving.

I see a Marsh. I haven't been to a Marsh in years. I make fun of the store. We laugh. I then remember that I like their cookies. I tell Derek to pull into Marsh. Before we pull into the grocery store, Derek wants some food. He enters a fast food restaurant, asks me what it's called. "I think it is Fazolis," I tell him. When we get closer we see that it is an Asian restaurant called "King Noodle" or something like that. Derek walks in and gets a huge dish of something. The amount of food that he buys is nuts.

We pull into Marsh. The grocery store has a parking garage so we go there. We enter the store and don't end up buying anything. I lose Derek while I am in there and eventually go back out to the car. As I am walking toward the car, I see a police cruiser parked next to us. When I get even closer, I see the cops searching through our belongings. I try to be as polite as possible. I hear the cop that is searching through the trunk say, "ok, we need to talk about these." He holds up a bunch of medicine. "Is it Sodium Bicarbonate?" I ask. "Yes it is," he replies in such a way as to hint that I am in big trouble. He walks over to me. I tell him that I have kidney failure and I am on a lot of medicine. He pulls a pen and notebook and asks what medicines I am currently taking. I go down the list, one by one. By the time I am finished, the cop understands that I am not a drug user or abuser.

At this time the parking garage is filled with kids and teenagers playing. The cop that was taking my information becomes more like a friend. He points to a wall, "hey do you see that spot right there?" He goes on to tell me something that I don't quite understand. He then borrows a soccer ball from one of the kids. He dribbles it down the lot and kicks it like a boss. The ball hits the wall with such power and force I can actually feel the vibrations from where I am standing. I now understand what he was telling me before. He caused a large dent in the wall by kicking a soccer ball. Brilliant. Dream ends.

I wake up

Imposters

Nightmare 9/3/2017

     Today is my dad's and my birthday. For our present, our family is watching WWE with us. As we sit and watch Hulk Hogan and other wrestlers, the feed starts to break up. We call a few TV repair men to come fix it. Three young boys, around the age of 18 or 19 come to our home. They came hear via airplane. Each of them has an airplane. Each of them has a pilots license. They sit on our couch. They are very quiet, young men. I am impressed that they have a pilots license at such a young age. They tell me that they are in the military. I am jealous. I tell them how I wanted to be in the Navy but because of severe health problems, I was unable to do so. I ask them how they got a pilots license. They don't seem to be interested in the question.

     I take the three boys to a country road a mile away. The road is famous for it's hauntings. One, being here late at night, may come into contact with ghostly headlights or a ghost light. You will see the floating light down the road a ways, but if you try to approach the light, it will disappear. I learn the boys' names. One is J.J. or Jon Jon. Another is Las. I forget the third boy's name. While being on the road, we see a set of ghostly headlights far down the cement road. We dare not approach it. We start to walk back to my home. As we turn to walk back, one of the boys runs to a nearby abandoned house. We wait for him. When he returns to us, he is not the same. His face looks much different, the eyes are bulging. The forehead is much larger, like Frankenstein's monster. He is quiet as if hiding something. We get back to my house. The boys are gone. I don't know where they are.

     The next day at school, the student body is startled when the three boys show up and start attacking everyone. It is clear that these boys are heavily demon possessed. They call me out in a taunting manner. They then go to a classroom and kill a kid. They walk past me toward the exit. They taunt me. I don't know why. I can still see the one boys eyes bulging in an unnatural manner. I hang on the gymnasium rafters to hide from them.

     I walk outside and see the three boys terrorizing the student body. Kids are running in every direction. One of the demon boys is driving a car, trying to run people over. I take a cross necklace in my hand. One of the boys tries to attack me. I raise the cross necklace to cushion his blow. His attack fails miserably. He just bounces off. The demon boy in the car speeds toward me. I put the cross on a paddle-like object. I hit the car as a batter would hit a pitch. The car slams into me but does no damage. The boys leave for good.

     The town and country call me a hero. They praise my actions. Because of my bravery, they are allowing me to join the Navy. My dad and I will also be on the next space shuttle to outer space. We get loaded up into the space ship. Several other astronauts are coming along. Before the ship blasts off, I change my mind about outer space. My dad and I decide to go home instead. I have a message on my phone. It's from one of the demon boys. I read/hear the message. It was from before the attack. More taunting. I pay it no heed. Dream ends.

I wake up

Spy Game

Dream 9/1/2017

My family and me are at a lake. Many families are here. Surrounding the lake are mountains and forests. In the forest are cabins for rent. My family swims in the lake. At one end is a blob. Many teenagers are having fun on the blob. I am afraid to try it because of an accident that happened to me years ago involving one where my back was injured. My brother-in-law tries it out. He has fun.

Up the mountain a bit, we can see many buildings. A person that I am with has suspicions about the people living in those buildings. We spy on them and find them heavily involved in illegal activity. My brother-in-law and I use a device where we can stand far away but hear the intimate conversations between the criminals. The only flaw to this device is that it shines a bright light. After using it several times, the criminals catch on to our scheme. My brother-in-law stops pursuing the criminals. I keep the pursuit going.

I walk around the nearby forests and mountains. There are many pretty views in the area. I find another lake with a bridge across it. I decide to return to my cabin. I walk down the trail and pass an older gentleman on the way. He seems like a nice fellow. When I reach the cabin door, the old man and two younger men are right there behind me. They grab me and have a sinister conversation. They tell me to stop spying on them. The older man hints that they did something to my mom.

When they leave, I try to get into the cabin but all the doors seem to be locked. I go around back and find an unlocked door to the bathroom. I get inside. On every bed, there seems to be a person lying motionless under the blanket. When I pull the blankets from the bed, it is only pillows, until I get to my moms room. I pull the blankets from my moms bed and there she lies dead. Her head is inside a large, glass jar with liquid inside. The liquid is some sort of chemical concoction. I tell my mom to breathe. She wakes up from her death. She starts gasping for air. Her breath returns to her. Dream ends.

I wake up

The Movie House

Dream 9/1/2017

I am going to see a movie. A couple people are with me. I don't know their names. We walk into the cinema. Four goofy men stand to the side and let us in. Each of them has a name. They give us a complimentary trench coat. Each audience member receives one.

I pay for a ticket and enter the show room. The movie starts. It is not the movie that I payed for. In fact, it isn't a movie at all. It is many low quality skits made by the employees of the movie theater. When I leave the theater, a couple of strange men follow me. They get in my car. At this point, I am not sure if I am awake or asleep. If this is reality or a dream. I feel like I am on an acid trip. I drive the car but am not in control. As much as I try to get home, I can't. I don't have all the answers but I know that my confusion has to do with the two strange men in my car.

I am going to see a movie. When entering the complex, I get a trench coat. I hear a person tell me that the secret is to give the trench coat back. Do not keep the trench coat. I go and see the movie. I sit in the very back corner. This is not the movie I came to see. My dialysis nurse walks on stage. She says something to the crowd. I leave the theater. When exiting the complex, I hand the trench coat back to the man who gave it to me. When I leave, nobody follows me. If I wanted to go home, I could.

I am going to see a movie. When I walk inside, a host hands me a free trench coat. I immediately hand it back and pat him on the side of the arm and say, "thanks anyway." I don't go into the show room. Instead, I explore the hallways where only employees are allowed. There are many doors. Each door has a number. These rooms are a mystery to me.

I see my sister. She is sad. I feel bad for her. She tells me to go into one of the rooms and steal whatever I desire. I have keys in my hand. Silver and gold. I enter a room. A boy sits on a table. He asks me for money. He sees the keys in my hand. He doesn't think it is fair for me to have the keys. I walk to the closet door and open it. There, inside the closet, are many hooks. The hooks are numbered. On each hook is something valuable. Coins, jewelry, electronics etc. I think about what I want to take, then my conscious gets the best of me. I can't steal. It would be wrong. I take all the money in my pockets, several quarters and hang them on an empty hook. I leave the room.

When I exit the building, nobody follows me. Dream ends.

I wake up