Dream #2: Retired FBI Officer

 

I am heading into what seems to be the local Macy’s store. I head up to the front desk, where I am apparently making fun of a little girl that is behind the counter. I am touching her clothes that were placed upon the counter, acting as if I was going to steal something. I then head over to a little machine, that looks much like a CD audio playing stand, ,but instead, it is a paper wrapping device. It only is expose to hold three packets of paper. So I then take out a pack of paper. The little machine hums to life like a computer, and starts to spit out a pack of two hundred and fifty sheets of paper. The machine was made to melt plastic around the sheets of paper.

Thinking to myself of how fun it is to watch the machine wrap the paper, I then remove two packs of paper, in desire to watch the process two more times. Though, as I am doing this, the cashier comes over to me, and starts accusing me of stealing something from her store. I mock her, dance a bit to the left and right, and even pull my pockets inside out, so that she could see that I didn’t take anything. As the paper machine was done, I went to put back the other packets of paper, which is now overloading the little rack that is only meant to hold 750 sheets of paper.

 

I continue to mock and make fun of the cashier as I walk towards the clothes department. Before I even make it over, the FBI come swarming in, an agent comes up from behind me, and reaches into my red hoodie, and pulls out an iPhone in which apparently belonged to the six year old girl. “Damn you are still pretty on top of things aren’t you?” A old partner of mine said, “You haven’t rusted one bit have you?”

He hands the phone over to the six year old child, “We have a case that we need your help with.” He grins at me, as though we are going back to ol’ times of being on the field. I, apparently, was a retired FBI agent. We all head outside, and the four FBI main squad men, hop into a black unmarked Chevy SUV. With all the seats taken, I head over to an undercover full size camper van, in which has the tech guys with all the computers. They close their doors on me, and take off as well.

I now head over to my own personal car, which is a grass green Honda Del Sol. I follow the other two vehicles which get on the main street. The main street is filled with a few other police like vehicles, and two tanks. We then turn a corner, in which, looks as though there was a battle previously here.