Dream of: 22 June 1992 "Armed Robbery"
Randy Ramey, Mike Walls and I were in a car in Portsmouth. We went to a store (where the Big Lots store was on Gallia Street). After entering the store, we committed an armed robbery and fled in the car. We drove all the way to the Hill in New Boston. We drove up the front of the hill all the way to the highest point on top of the Hill. On the way to the hill a dog, which apparently belonged to me, had begun running along behind the car, following us. It looked something like a Weimeraner and it seemed as if it followed us for about ten miles. It followed us all the way to the top of the hill. When we reached the top, I got out of the car, went over to the dog and began petting it. We were on the highest point of the hill. I looked around and everything seemed quite nice, although it seemed rather gray and overcast.
After we had committed the robbery, we had put all the merchandise which we had stolen in the back of the car. I told Randy and Mike that we should take the stuff out of the car. I didn't think the police would follow us up here, but there was a possibility that they would. As I walked toward the back of the car, I noticed a couple other cars up here; where had they come from? Only now did I realize a line of policemen had completely encircled us. Obviously they had chased us up here and were now all the way around us. Clearly there was no escape. The three of us just stood as the police came to us and arrested all of us.
I was extremely distraught; I couldn't believe what I had done. This was the first time I had ever held up any place. I had shoplifted once before, but this was the first time I had ever committed armed robbery. I thought no one would believe that. I was especially concerned about explaining it to my father, who would have to know. I would probably end up going to prison.
My immediate concern, however, was the dog. The police started to take the dog away. I knew my step-grandfather Clarence and my grandmother Mabel lived right at the bottom of the hill. I asked the police if they could leave the dog there. But the police were not friendly and they didn't seem concerned about helping me in any way. Concern about the dog just increased my terrible feeling.
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