I have been robbed TWICE at gun point while working latenite at Trader Joe's in real-life, so it's no surprise that i have very vivid dreams about robberies. Last nite i had dream involving a bank robbery.
I don't remember what happened in the dream before this, but for some reason i needed cash, so i go to an ATM. I put in my card but the machine spits it back out. When I try to grab my card, the ATM sucks it back in and gives me an error (real-life: an ATM ate my card once for no reason, and then last nite, a parking garage ticket did this exact same thing for real).
So i go into the bank, and all the employees are people i knew from elementary school, except for the manager, who is one of my current professors at UCLA. I tell the manager what happened to my card and she suggests that i use my credit card if i still needed cash. I say that is a bad idea cuz CC companies charge such high interest on cash advances, but she explains that, "as the head of a financial institution" she knows tricks around CC fees. So she takes my credit card, uses scissors to cut out a tiny square from the card, and she melts the piece of plastic in one of those candle-heated potpourri crucibles. Then she hands me a receipt to sign for a CC charge of $8.88.
That's when some guy's voice from the front of the bank yells out "I've got a bomb and we're all gonna die!"
Remember: this is only a dream...
I found myself with my brother, Russ, in a weird alley full of shops much like Diagon Alley from Harry Potter, only instead of magic shops, these were all hardware shops. For some reason, Russ wanted to build a device that he could use to smash glass with his fist without getting cut. He showed my a diagram of the contraption and it just looked like a mass of washers and nuts with a nail thru the center. Instead of asking him "Why the @#$% do you want smash glass with your fist?!", i said, "I'll wait outside the shop while you go in and buy parts." So while i'm standing in this dark alley by myself, i start people-watching. The alley is full of gothic S&M types, decked out in leather and latex with tons of piercings and tattoos, so i figure they're all just buying nails & and various metal hardware from these stores to stick in their faces and other piercable body parts. Suddenly one of the goths, a big fat chick with a spikey dog collar, grabs me and pulls me into a huge walled off courtyard full of these same weirdos.
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