lucidkara

It was late at night and I was driving to someone’s house in Seattle. I wasn’t exactly sure who the person was or why I was going there but I felt nervous about it. I pulled over, got out of my car, and had to walk down a dark street where darker alley ways and bums polluted my path. When I got to the house I walked through the back door. I made a straight line through the house all the way to the front door. On my way I witnessed a murder but pretended as though I wasn’t bothered by what I saw so that I too wouldn’t get killed. As I made my way to the front deck a man gave me an object with brick like dimensions that appeared to be tightly packed in a black garbage bag like substance. It was obvious what I was being handed. It was a ginormous brick of cocaine. I was given an address and told that I was to deliver that brick there. I quickly agreed and walked off. Curiosity got the best of me and I opened it a little to “taste test” it. A bum me and what I possessed. I put the brick in my black purse and began walking very quickly to my car up the hill. The bum was now chasing me. He got to me and tried to yank the bag out of my hands. I pulled the bag right back and began yelling at neighboring people to help, shouting things like “this bum is trying to steal my bag!!” Some people came and helped. I ran to a bus. It was now light outside. I hopped on the bus and so did the bum. We fought for the bag again but I won and the men on the bus helped. Everyone, including the bus driver, was on my side. I sat on a seat alone. The bus driver was pulling down a famous dock that seemed to wiggle as you drove and this made the passengers nervous. We all laughed. The bus driver noticed that police had been fallowing them since I got on the bus. I assured the bus driver that it must have been because of the bum and the driver agreed. I grew nervous. At one point on the dock I looked out and navy ships, several squad cars, and police helicopters were all waiting for the bus to pull over. I began “magically” breaking up the brick into smaller bags and stuffing them into my bra and underpants. I told the driver to let me off at the next stop but to keep the bum on for a few stops after me so that he didn’t try to rob me again. The dream cuts to a scene of the man who handed me the brick talking to some of his associates. He apparently set me up to see if I could handle myself well. If so, he was going to make me his mule. I was very angry about this. Dream cuts to a scene later. I have broken out of prison and blaise is with me. There is a puppy in prison too but he dies from a radiation related injury and I am incredibly sad for the little dog.