International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

Aeolar's Dream:

I am with 2 other men who look a lot like my brothers, and we are what you call... "Criminals." OK so without any spoilers, let me throw you into the action.
We are driving down this main road in LA, and we pull over to the right side of the road. We get out and walk over to this house. We walk inside, and there is this black footlocker sitting in an empty room, in an empty house. I accidentally touch it, and an alarm goes off. I go back outside to see a cop car pull up. My brothers push the black crate under my feet; I pick it up and start walking toward the cop. I now have a police uniform on as I say to him,
"Yeah, just missed 'em. I was following them to this house, and caught him trying to take this."
Just then, my brothers popped out of the doors with mime masks on and shot the 2 cops. We ran away into this office building. We all 3 sat down and disguised ourselves as business men. We were messing around down there, it was fun.
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I am in a store, and there is a couple: a guy and a girl, walking around in there. I am having a conversation with the cashier, and I decide to buy a Take 5 candy bar. Well, the guy walks really close next to me, and the 2 walk out of the store right after. After a little bit more talking, I check to see if I still have my candy, and sure enough I didn't. I sum up that the man who was just in the store stole it. I walk outside, and the two are laughing to themselves about how easy it was to swipe my candy. I take something from the girl, because she was closer, and we trade candy bars. The 2 walk to the right, and Carrie appears. He is in a full police outfit, and handcuffs the 2, then puts them on their knees, facing a wall. He then smashes their heads into the wall, and the force at which he did this was so strong, that their heads detached from their bodies, killing them instantly. I walk up to Carrie, mouth agape. Carrie is doing something, trying to be preoccupied and pretending like nothing happened. I ask him if he needs help getting rid of these bodies. At first he says no, but then slowly changes his answer to yes. My Dad says "Hi" from a balcony on the 2nd story across the yard. He's oblivious to the bodies there. Dream fades.