Crazy Dream: How I Made an Escape Plan From a Cop Headquarters

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Whenever I take naps, I have the craziest dreams. Here’s how today’s dream went down:

I was at a party when a friend came up to me and asked me if we had any booze. I told him sure and asked him what sort of booze he wanted to drink.

“Scotch. Or Whiskey.”

I checked the various bottles we had and there was a scotch bottle but it only had an inch left of liquid gold. I told him that I was going to run out and pick up a new bottle since I owed him a favor.

At the liquor store, I browsed through their nice liquor selection when I ran into two friends that are headed out to a party (possibly the same one I was just at). They recommend me a particular scotch bottle and we’re on our way.

Dream skips forward (I don’t remember if I had actually picked up a scotch bottle or not.)

I had left the store and was heading back to the party when I spotted an old acquaintance that was now a homeless person. He recognized me and asked me for change. I took out a $10 and told him it was the largest bill that I had (I actually had a couple of $20s in my wallet but I didn’t know what he was planning on doing with the money). When I handed him the money, I felt a bad that I had assumed he would use the money for ill purposes because he looked at me so gratefully. I decided to ask him how he ended up on the street and we started walking. He mentioned that the old bar/restaurant that he worked in either a) went down in flames or b) they went out of business (can’t remember which was the reason) but the bar/restaurant wasn’t there anymore. At this point, we were hanging out in a dead end alley way as he was munching on some leftover pizza. The homeless guy asked me if I wanted to hang out in his car and I said sure. He started driving and we’re continuing our chat when two guys hop in the car, squishing me into the center. I start freaking out as they mention that the cops are on their tail. My homeless friend says that it’s no big deal and that he’s lost the cops before. As we’re approaching the exit of the public garage we’re in, a bunch of employees are spaced out in front of the exit structure and tell us that we cannot pass. Of course, my homeless friend doesn’t heed of their warning and drives on through. Thankfully, some of the employees jumped out of the way and no one was hurt while we careened through the exit. We noticed that were some cop cars ahead trying to cut us off. I start thinking about how screwed we were and that I didn’t want to go to jail for being a good samaritan.

Dream skips forward

We’re deep in this super fancy cop headquarters. The area that we’re in is set up like the letter “C”.  The office is super posh with the dividers made of glass and the walls being a nice beige color. At this point. we haven’t gotten caught by the cops but they’re still searching for us. I don’t want to go to jail for a crime that I didn’t commit and I make the decision of ditching the group. Of our group, there is a homeless guy and two very nervous looking guys. I’m the only one that is nicely dressed and I figure the cops won’t be searching for someone with my description.

I start walking down one of the halls and locate my chance to freedom. It was a customs area where you have to show your id, and then you’re free to go on your way. I head back into the original room to locate my wallet. I notice this short, pretty Mexican girl had casually taken my bag and was going to make off with it.  I nicely tell her: “Oh! I think my purse fell into your bag.” Realizing she was caught, she let me search through the bag until I found my wallet. As we’re ready to head out, a couple of cops come in. They’re all joking as they’re heading back to their cubicles. Somehow, the Mexican girl and I end up in a conversation with two cops and we both don’t want to get caught (her for stealing my bag and me for being around during the previous crime) so we gleefully play along as we’re making up this bs story:

Mexican girl: “I’m so and so”. (She states her name to the cops so I can use that information in my half of the made up story.)

Me: “(fill in name) es mi hermana. I was the one adopted into her family.” (Speaks more Spanish to my fake sister.)

Female Cop: “Aw, you must be a great younger sister.”

Me: “Of course. I’m the best!”

This conversation is going on for awhile and we’re really amazing at bs story telling. We’re just about to say good bye to the cops and leave the room when I wake up.

I kind of wished I had known what happened afterwards. I hope I was able to make it out of customs area and head back to the party.



Showing the World: One Day at a Time

I am a stubborn mother fucker and I know it. Most of my friends know this. I do not plan on changing my behavior anytime soon. There are few times I compromise in situations. I prefer employing the ‘all or nothing’ strategy. In this case, I get what I want or look for it elsewhere.

After reading that, some people probably think I am crazy. I already know people that think I am crazy for not taking up opportunities just because it compromises who I am and what I believe in. Like how people are passionate about religion, I am passionate about my core beliefs.

Yes, I know that by having so many requirements I am limiting myself. I am possibly hindering myself from growing faster but I enjoy being different and I do not want to change this part of me. I thrive on proving people wrong because I know through perseverance and hard work, I can get what I want. Sure, it may take a bit longer but when I want something, I make sure I get the results that I want.

I am not entirely crazy. Eventually, I plan to start a company and if I am offered a large sum of money in exchange for selling it, I will weigh the options and make a rational decision. In this scenario, the welfare of others in addition to the future of the company are large deciding factors so I need to consider these as well. In reality though, my current decisions only affect me so I play by different rules. I am the only one facing the consequences. so I will play the ‘all or nothing’ game and I aim to win.

My favorite thing to tell my friends is that I know I will eventually become famous or infamous. And in due time, I I will be worth something. Until then, I will try my hardest to be the awesome person I know I can be.

* If my constant swearing bothers you, don’t read my blog. On the other hand, if you enjoy me swearing like a pirate (and I plan on doing a lot more of it), then keep reading. I like having readers. Even though I am writing for the sake of staying sane, I like knowing that people may care about what I write.