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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 don't even turn around to see if the voice even has a body let alone a bomb. I just drop to the floor face down, close my eyes, and cover my neck with my hands (like the earthquake drills in elementary school). Some people scream, and everyone else around drops to the floor to. Then the guy starts yelling, "Dotty! Dotty! Get back here, Dotty!" I feel something warm and furry moving beside me, then i feel a wet tongue on my ear, and i can smell that unmistakable "dog breath" stench.
The guy keeps yelling "Dotty! Dotty!" as the voice moves closer towards the back of the bank where I, and apparently his dog named Dotty are. Dotty keeps licking me, and the bomber's voice is right above us when he yells "Dotty! Does he taste like a hero?! Did you find yourself a troublemaker, Dotty?!" Even though the dog is licking my ear, I can now hear the tick, tick, ticking of a timer.
The ticking get louder and louder, and then I woke up from my dream, without ever seeing what the bomber or his dog look like. It was still early in the morning, so i went back to sleep and start dreaming again. Like before, i don't really remember what happens in my dream that brings me to a bank, but sure enough, i'm back at the bank, only this time it's night, the bomber is gone, and the employees are my friends from the UCLA Animation Workshop. The old bank manager (my professor) isn't there either.
I have no idea why i am the bank, but i just watch as the bank employees work. One of the employees, (my real-life friend Roger), is sitting at an empty desk. Roger seems to be working hard at something, even though his desk doesn't have a computer, or a phone, or papers, or anything on it at all except for a coffee mug, which he's not even looking at or touching. He's just moving his hands and arms around in the air in front of him. I look away from Roger and start watching a female employee work. Suddenly Roger's voice yells, "The surface is bleeding!". I look back to Roger's desk and see that the coffee mug has spilled over. Water (or some clear liquid) has poured from the mug, and splashed across the desk, but at the edges of where the water has come in contact with the surface of desk, red blood is oozing from the wood.
The female employee that i had been briefly watching screams and drops a vase of flowers (which she hadn't been holding earlier) and when the water from the vase splashes everywhere, blood oozes from the walls, floors and furniture where it's wet. All over the bank, water is accidentally being splashed, and each time, the water causes blood to ooze forth.
After a few moments of bleeding from every flat surface in the bank, the blood spontaneously vaporizes into a red mist that fills the bank. Everyone around me starts coughing and gagging on the noxious fumes. I run for the door, and as I exit the bank, I can hear someone from inside yell, ?It?s the bomber!?
Then I woke up again.
It find it odd that people i know in real-life make cameos in my dreams playing the parts of people i encounter in my every-day life who i usually never give a second glance to, like in this dream, bank employees. My real-life freinds also rarely appear in my dreams in the context that i interact with them in the real world. None of the people that worked in the bank in my dream are really bank employees. In fact, my only friend who has actually worked in bank, did not appear in my dream.
Also, I think it's significant that my friend Roger played a part in this dream, or at least his name itself is important. I knew another Roger who used to work with me at Trader Joe's, and it was this other Roger who was standing beside me when we were robbed the first time at TJ's. I spent most of that first robbery laying face down on the floor next to Roger, and i think that when i was dreaming about a robbery, i remembered the name "Roger", and so, when my dream continued, a different, most recent Roger appeared.
I'm still perplexed by the dog's name "Dotty". I can't recall ever knowing a Dotty in real-life, canine, human or otherwise. And why the hell did the guy bring his dog with him? Why did he want to bomb the bank? It seemed like he just wanted to blow us all up more than he wanted to rob it. WTF?!