I thought all my dreams had been banished by the CPAP, but last night I had a doozy.
I was going over to the house of the family of a friend of Sean’s for some reason, and I knew there was an item worth $80,000 there. The temptation was too great; I decided to steal it.
For a time I acted normally. Then, finally, I took my first step towards stealing the item. I don’t even remember what it was, but it ultimately didn’t matter because cops immediately popped out from nowhere and arrested me. Somehow, everyone had known my plan all along, and they’d been waiting to see if I would actually go through with it.
The police kept me in the house for a long time. I latched onto a female cop and kept trying to give her my statement. I wanted to cooperate as much as possible, because I knew I was guilty. But she kept brushing me off. Finally I was crying, saying, “I always thought that even if there was a lot of money involved, I’d still choose to do the right thing. But I guess not!” But the cop just looked at me, and didn’t ask any questions.
At some point the house changed into a huge, castle-like house where the highest towers broke through the cloud cover. Someone was there with me–the character was a lot like Ben, but somehow wasn’t him, and he was asking if the house continued down beneath the clouds, and whether he might use the place as the setting for a film. Later, there was a man who may have been wearing a white lab coat trying to perfect a bicycle-like floating vehicle in the home’s dungeon. He started riding it around the room, but then another man was yelling that it was his idea and started trying to make the guy crash. I used our PS3 remote control to make the vehicle slow down and avoid obstacles. “There you go,” I said.
After that I was for some reason in a long dirt tunnel with my bicycle, watching through the exit as the police discussed things, and trying to figure out a way to deal with them.
I was very relieved to wake up and realize I hadn’t tried to steal anything.