Dream – Morning of 2018-05-17

• In the old Country Market in the town where I grew up
• Buy a sandwich at the deli
• Go to pay
• Realize I don’t have my wallet
• Tell cashier I will be right back after checking truck
• I know my wallet is not in the truck because I realize I am wearing new pants, not the ones I normally do, so I must have changed into them and forgot to grab my wallet
• Decide to leave and drive to house to get wallet
• About to leave parking lot when I remember my cash hiding spot
• Check my “secret stash” spot in the ashtray and find cash in there.  20, 10, 5, and some 1s
• Go back to park again
• Have to drive around a lot looking for a spot
• Realize there are hoards of people following me around and some of the other cars and people as well
• They follow you kind of like a school of fish everywhere you go
• They are homeless people trying/waiting to ask you for money

• Make may way around a couple “pods” of homeless people and park.
• Lock my doors and go in to buy the sandwich
• Cashier is there and tells me “It’s $12.50 now since it’s past 6.”
• “I really don’t care.” I reply, “You could charge me whatever you want at this point, I’m tired, hungry, and I want to go home.”
• I pay with a $20 and she gives me my change.  I go back outside.
• I see my truck has been broken into and the guy is still in there
• Yell “HEY!  Get out of my truck!”
• Guy still rooting around in there
• Open the driver’s side door to yell at him more
• He finally leaves out the passenger door
• I see a cop standing not far away, dealing with some other homeless people
• “Hey!” I yell to the cop, “That guy broke into my truck!”
• He gives me a what do you want me to do about it look.  I take this to mean that if the guy didn’t steal anything then there’s nothing to cop can/will do since he’s got too much other stuff to deal with.
• I go into my truck and start checking.  Everything seems there.  Secret stash money is even there.  Then I see another guy sitting in the back seats, just kind of staring at me.
• I get the cop’s attention and point at the guy in the back seat.
• Cop comes over “Hey there [homeless guy name], you looking for a ride again?”
• Homeless guy nods.
• Cop says, “I told you before, you can’t just get in people’s cars like that.”
• I’m still astonished at this entire sequence of events.  The cop is treating this normal like it’s no big deal.
• Cop asks me, “So, did the other guy take anything?”
• I start to answer that he did not, but then I remember the gun that I keep in the glove box. “Let me check one more place.” I say.
• Open glove box.  Empty save for a manual and to hard drive disks.
• “He took my gun,” I say to the cop, “Congratulations!  You didn’t chase him and now a nine millimeter gun is out there! Do you want this?” I ask holding out the bag with my sandwich in it, “This was going to be my dinner but now I’m not hungry any more.”
• Cop says no, but that we have to go back to the store to talk to them for some reason. He also tells the guy who was in the back seat (who I now realize is just a kid) to get behind the wheel and drive us across the parking lot, “It’ll be good practice for you” he says.
• I can’t believe what is going on, the cop wants this homeless kid to drive my truck!  I do not protest, and sit in the back seat as this kid gingerly and clumsily backs my truck out of the parking spot, and starts to drive across the lot to the store.
• As he’s pulling into a spot he hits the corner of a concrete block, damaging the front quarter panel of my truck.
• Great!  Just great! I say to myself.
• Cop and the kid go into the store first, and I follow shortly behind them.
• Store is now closed, lights are dimmed and registers are all shut off.
• “Where is everybody?” I ask myself.
• See that there is light coming from a door.
• Go in there and find that the other half of the store is actually a house, I’m in the living room right now.
• I start walking around inspecting other rooms looking for this cop and kid.  I come upon the cashier in another room who is startled and screams.
• “Sorry!” I say,  “I was looking for [cop name] and [kid name]!”
• I turn away and make my way back out through the rooms the way I came in.
• I get back to the living room when the cashier comes into the room on the phone.  She appears to be talking to a friend.
• I realize I know the cashier from childhood.  “You used to know me, a long time ago.” I say.
• Cashier replies, “Yes, [friend on phone name] says there’s a story about the airport and you deleting all the data on my computer?”
• I don’t remember the story she’s referencing but she apparently isn’t going to call the cops on me (and where’s the one I came in here with? I think) so I don’t leave.

Dream shifts to new location. An older guy is talking to the young homeless kid:

• “So, you come down here every day?” old guy asks kid.
• “Yeah” kid replies.
• “Well, you can do it a lot faster and easier,” old guy says pointing at a map of Connecticut, “You want to stay out of rush hour for sure.  Then you can head up 95 here until you get to this bridge.  If you head due north out into the water you’ll find this pile of rocks.”  The old guy motions with his finger to an assortment of diamonds clustered around each other on the map/chart.  “You wait there for an hour or so and the boat will come to pick you up.