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I dreamed I was part of a group of four people robbing some sort of
bank/large business in a fairly rural area. The target was the only big
thing in the area and was the source of funds/jobs for almost everyone in
the region.
I was not part of the one who went in and did the robbery. I stayed by the
car with a large shotgun and discouraged people from coming close.
Whatever went on inside resulted in an exchange of gunfire. The ones who
had gone in ran out shooting and being shot at.
I also fired into the bank and as we drove away at anyone who even looked
like they were chasing.
A police car did come across the big parking lot towards us. I was sitting
in the back seat of the car. I opened my door, leaned out holding the seat
belt strap and shot the tires off as we circled towards the parking lot
exit.
No one else follow us. We drove for a short while and ditched the car at a
ravine with a small river running through it.
Each of us was going to take a different direction and method of getting to
the meeting point.
I was told to follow the ravine until I reached the train tracks, then
follow them to the city. We’d meet there and split up the take.
I still had my shotgun and put on an orange vest like I was a hunter and
started walking along the ravine. It was pretty far from any houses or
roads, so it was very quiet and nice as I walked along.
I didn’t even hear the deputy come up behind me before his shotgun was in
my back.
He took my shotgun and told me to walk along a path to our left. I thought
he was going to shoot me, but we came to an old church building that was no
longer being used and in disrepair.
He led me in. I could see it was being used as something of a community
junk space. There were old lawn mowers and electronics that had been put
here. People could obviously come and take things they thought they could
fix or drop off stuff they couldn’t.
The pews were still there from when it was a church and he told me to sit
in the front row off to the side.
“You wait here,” he told me. “Don’t move at all. If the sheriff finds
you, he will shoot you without a second thought.”
He walked off.
Night fell. It was getting cold and damp, but I didn’t want to move.
At some point after it got dark, flashing blue lights pulled up near the
front entrance of the church.
“I checked in here already,” I heard the deputy tell someone. “His tracks
followed the ravine. I think he was trying to make it to the train tracks.”
I could hear them coming into the building. I stayed very still.
Some of the things there were being picked up and put back down.
“Keep searching,” a different voice said. “He’s around here somewhere.”
They went away and the lights disappeared.
At some point in the night a woman came in and piled some of the softer
junk on me. She had a bowl of soup that I could just make out steaming.
“None of that for him,” the deputy said from somewhere behind me.
I spent several days there. I was eventually brought some food, but it was
just bread and crackers.
They didn’t say why they didn’t turn me in and I was afraid to ask. I got
the impression that they thought I had somehow helped them and they were
doing this to repay me, but I couldn’t think of anything I had done that
would have been good for them.
After a few days I was told it was clear and I could go on my way.
I set out down the ravine again.
Dream ends.