My dream last night. At least the prominent one I can remember, and what I remember from it:
So I am at a very big super market with a log cabin-ish interior with a group of people/girls I know. It had wooden beams, and deer horns and such shenanigans hanging around.
Suddenly these three black men come in wearing general street clothes, pull out revolvers and tell everyone to hit the ground, "this is a robbery".
So I am on the ground, hands on my head next to a ... an older man who I could describe best as an English John Wayne type. He was tough, intelligent, but refined and had a strange politeness about him.
At any rate, next thing I remember is these thugs aren't taking money from the registers, they seem to be looking for something specific amongst huge stacks of 24 packs of pop. And I stand there watching them in a kind of daze and I think to myself,
"two other guys are trying to open the safe".
Then I walk slowly towards the thugs and it's not until I come within a certain range that one looks at me, so I put my hands up and walk away backwards and he smiles and nods as if to say, "Yeah. That's right."
I turn back around, and we are in a great cathedral-like building, all huddled up in a group with two Brooklyn bad asses pointing weapons at us. One was a bit shorter and on the tubby side. They had just stolen money from this huge safe there, and we had all been very cooperative so they were now deciding what to do with us. Me and the pseudo John Wayne were... ambassadors of a sort for everyone else. And they tell me,
"go get that girl, you know the one, and bring her to me". And he says it right to me. So I say,
"which one? There's one with black hair and pig tails, long red-brownish hair, and-" he cuts me off.
"Nevermind!"
"Are you going to kill her?"
"No, but I'm going to make them know these gun's aren't just for show."
The thought that someone is going to get shot in the leg crosses my mind.
"We're spending another night here" I whisper and think to myself at the same time.
The next day we are all seated at these long tables, like kids at lunch, with me and pseudo Wayne sitting across from the two guys, when the large one says,
"I'm going with the name Mayonnaise."
My left eyebrow shoots up in question.
"For my heist name. Mayonnaise."
"No no no. That won't work. Because if you have the name mayonnaise then your partner here needs a name that is mayo related. Like pieces of a sandwich"
"How the hell did you come to that conclusion?" He laughs
"Listen to this", I cuff my hands around my mouth and speak as though I am on a radio, "In a daring robbery and hostage situation, the bandits Mayonnaise and Flescher are now on the run."
"Bah."
"We're staying another night" I whisper and think to myself.
Then I woke up.
So I am at a very big super market with a log cabin-ish interior with a group of people/girls I know. It had wooden beams, and deer horns and such shenanigans hanging around.
Suddenly these three black men come in wearing general street clothes, pull out revolvers and tell everyone to hit the ground, "this is a robbery".
So I am on the ground, hands on my head next to a ... an older man who I could describe best as an English John Wayne type. He was tough, intelligent, but refined and had a strange politeness about him.
At any rate, next thing I remember is these thugs aren't taking money from the registers, they seem to be looking for something specific amongst huge stacks of 24 packs of pop. And I stand there watching them in a kind of daze and I think to myself,
"two other guys are trying to open the safe".
Then I walk slowly towards the thugs and it's not until I come within a certain range that one looks at me, so I put my hands up and walk away backwards and he smiles and nods as if to say, "Yeah. That's right."
I turn back around, and we are in a great cathedral-like building, all huddled up in a group with two Brooklyn bad asses pointing weapons at us. One was a bit shorter and on the tubby side. They had just stolen money from this huge safe there, and we had all been very cooperative so they were now deciding what to do with us. Me and the pseudo John Wayne were... ambassadors of a sort for everyone else. And they tell me,
"go get that girl, you know the one, and bring her to me". And he says it right to me. So I say,
"which one? There's one with black hair and pig tails, long red-brownish hair, and-" he cuts me off.
"Nevermind!"
"Are you going to kill her?"
"No, but I'm going to make them know these gun's aren't just for show."
The thought that someone is going to get shot in the leg crosses my mind.
"We're spending another night here" I whisper and think to myself at the same time.
The next day we are all seated at these long tables, like kids at lunch, with me and pseudo Wayne sitting across from the two guys, when the large one says,
"I'm going with the name Mayonnaise."
My left eyebrow shoots up in question.
"For my heist name. Mayonnaise."
"No no no. That won't work. Because if you have the name mayonnaise then your partner here needs a name that is mayo related. Like pieces of a sandwich"
"How the hell did you come to that conclusion?" He laughs
"Listen to this", I cuff my hands around my mouth and speak as though I am on a radio, "In a daring robbery and hostage situation, the bandits Mayonnaise and Flescher are now on the run."
"Bah."
"We're staying another night" I whisper and think to myself.
Then I woke up.