Bag-napper

I was in a movie theater multiple times in this dream. I sat next to a couple on my right, and there was an empty seat on my left, with a big guy in the seat over. The guy and the couple seemed to have come together, and I figured he must have seated himself away from the couple so they could have their space. Realizing I had ruined that scheme I felt a little badly, and when I glanced over to see if the couple really minded, I saw them looking into each others eyes, like lovestruck fools. I figured they didn't even know I was there and settled more comfortably in my chair.

I don't remember the movie, but I do remember an older blonde glamorous celebrity that was seated not too far off from me. Her large blue/purple handbag was in plain view.

My mystery friend and I had been planning this for a while. I say mystery friend because the identity of my colleague changes several times during the dream. At first it was my friend Nicole, then it was Colleen, then it was Lauren....then I lost track. This friend and I had been planning this for a good while now, and we were ready to move.

I don't remember the specific reasons for why we stole the handbag, but I know I didn't consider it stealing, but rather, it was a statement to the world. I think we were trying to prove that we still had power, that the celebrities were just people too....or something along those lines.

The details are blurry how we got a hold of the bag, but eventually we did, and my friend and I were running. To get outside we had to go through a spacious furniture store. We ran, dodging the tables and sofas, at times she held my hand to encourage me to run faster, and at time I would push her forward with my hand on her waist. We knew there was precious little time.

And As I expected the alarm sounded before we got to the door, but if we ran fast enough we would be able to just make it through those doors and keep running.

My legs were tired and hurting from running so hard but we eventually broke into the night air. We went just a little ways before my friend tripped and fell to the ground. The look in her eyes as she told me to run and hide, told me she had known this would happen. I felt a little betrayed that she hadn't let me help her, that she didn't mention that this would happen. But run I did, and I ran hard.

Just a little ways off was a place I hoped would be a sufficient hiding spot. There were bushes and tall grasses that I crouched low in, and watched the guards arrest my friend. I felt helpless as they roughly took her away, shaking her about and laughing at her. My friend quietly hung her head and held her peace, submissive as a mouse. I knew she would never rat me out, but it wasn't that I was worried about. I knew those men treated their catches roughly.

Suddenly I was very confused who the bad guys were. They were police men, men who fought to protect the people, strove for safety and peace in the community. These were good men...what had I done? I became very aware of the fact that what I had done was wrong. I realized I didn't even have the bag anymore, I had no idea where it was. But as I sat there in the grass I cried, confused.

Eventually the flashlights of the searchers came into my vision, and I hunched down a little lower. I may have realized I was in the wrong, but my stubbornness wanted to see it through. It killed me every step of the way, knowing I would regret it later, but, for my, friend, I got away safely.