Robbery with friends

 

I dreamed I was with a couple of knucklehead friends who had been robbing the same bank over and over and getting away with it. They didn't even make much of an attempt to disguise their identities. The only flimsy token gesture was to wear mechanics jackets with mis-matched name tags and wear latex gloves. 

I let them talk me into accompanying them, but I had misgivings. For one, their getaway car was a beater that they were borrowing from one of the guy's sister. It was Saturn with a donut for a front tire. It had been driven too long in that condition and the transmission made strange "wah-wah-wah" sound from the odd sized tire. 

I had to watch as they refueled the car from a rain gutter, which poured some really dark blue concoction into a trash can, from which they would finally pour the fuel into the vehicle. The fuel had to travel in a long arc through the air, and the trash can was precariously positioned some 20 feet away from the downspout. In the process repositioning the trashcan to avoid spillage, I wound up getting some of the thick, bluish fuel on me.

"Great. Now I'm gonna have to wash up. I can't be robbing the Mechanic's Bank, dressed as a mechanic and dirty as well. I'll leave an oily residue which they can trace," I put forth my concerns.

"No worries. Just put on these gloves. You'll be fine," they persuaded me.

As the sister drove us closer to the bank, she was reluctant to give up the car. How long would we need it? Did we have a good plan to get it back to her? Those kinds of issues. Not, "No you can't use my car to rob the bank that you've been robbing every day for the last week."

We passed some burning buildings and I saw a huge column of smoke in the not too distant sky. 

"Maybe we ought to hold off. There's a big fire," I offered, but nothing was going to deter the hardheaded crew. 

We got to the parking lot and were strategizing on whether or not to let the sister be the getaway driver and how they'd integrate me into the procedure which had previously been a two man job. I still wanted out, but it looked as though it was going to happen.

But it never did. I found myself talking to one of them about Bible Study. It was RJ, a brother of the pastor and of my friend Richard. They were still going to Bible Study events, though everyone had been kicked out years ago. I asked RJ why he chose to do this and he gave me some lame excuse, but it was mainly because those events were just so damn cool he couldn't help it.

I finally woke up to the safer reality I'm currently inhabiting, just in time to type this recollection. The one in which my power will be shut off at any moment and where Lesa and I have patched up our argument and are as cozy as ever, despite our physical distance and the fact that she still hasn't broken up with her current boyfriend. Ah, life. Better shut my computer off before it is done unceremoniously by the power company. Peace out.