Liber Morpheus - Carzle's book of Dreams

Slept at 12:00 AM
Woke at 4:30 AM
Special Notice: Didn't use the computer before bed for the first time in a while

Late at night in Brooklyn, me and my friends, Mark, Justin, and Mike enter a really small restaurant, a bit larger than the size of my bedroom. I have a medium sized bag of cannabis in my pocket. We order our food, and it doesn't come. Then these two women around their 40's walk into the store by these bar stools. I notice that there are three bags of cannabis next to them. One of them is definitely a pound of uncured stuff, and the other two are also quite large. Somehow my cannabis gets mixed up with the ones on the ground. I take either one or two of the bags on the floor, knowing inside my head that they are the property of the owner's friend, who happens to be Jewish. The two women are staring at me when I take the bags, and I feel a little nervous that they are watching me. My friends and I then leave the store and start walking to my car.

Then we see this blonde preppy-looking kid and his Indian friend on our pathway. The preppy kid walks past us and the Indian kid is just standing there. I see the owners friend walking by, and I say "There are bags in your store, and I think that preppy kid is about to take your stuff." The owners friend says, "I know," and starts running after him. We proceed to walk to my car, crossing an intersection. Right after we cross the intersection, a car goes speeding by. I think to myself that it was a cop. I then feel my pocket, and notice that my wallet isn't there. "Where's my wallet," I ask. I start wondering if the kid will find out that we took his stuff so I tell Mark, "Yo, can you call him up and ask him how many bags he had?" While on the phone with the owner, I hear Mark say, "We almost got away with it." I freak out and say, "No what! Let me talk to him!" I put the phone up to my ear, and ask the owner, "Yo, can you ask your friend how many bags he had? I don't know if I took an extra.

Then I woke up