Original Poster

So I broke out of jail in my dream, or something like that. It's hard to say exactly what happened, except that there were four of us riding a fat truck full of stolen shit and we were all fugitives. And being fugitives, we needed cash so we were on a fat crime spree. We actually robbed another bank right next to sheriff station but they couldn't catch us. I wasn't one of the major players, either. There were two guys who were handling most of the dirty work then there was me, who was just there. There was also a washing machine in the back of the truck and our fourth member woke up in there. I asked where he lived and he told me Victor and I told him I'd see him home. We were also passing bowls constantly which was nice cause I got to wake up stoned.