The following is an actual dream included in my dream journal, and does not describe actual facts
Dream of:02 June 2008 "Setup"
I was lying in a bed a public park. A girl was lying next to me on my left. Just as I was ready to stand up, I noticed a framed paint-by-number picture lying on the mattress on my right. It appeared someone had been coming to this park and executing paint-by-number pictures. I also found some long unframed paint-by-number sheets (almost two meters long). One was based on a painting by Marc Chagall. All the paintings were intriguing and I thought I might even take one with me.
When one of the sheets suddenly blew out of my hand, I jumped up and chased the painting through a field. As I ran after the painting, a beautiful blonde girl (she looked about 20 years old) suddenly appeared in front of me. Dressed all in white, she started talking with me and told me she was dead. I was startled. I knew I had been recently thinking I would like to contact a dead person and I thought maybe this girl was indeed dead. I stepped up to her, thinking she might have been expressly sent to me. When I put my arms around her and pulled her close to me, she admitted that she wasn't really dead, that she had just made up that story.
Nevertheless, she and I walked back to the bed and lay down together. Quite a few other people were either sitting nearby or on the bed. After the girl and I had lain together for a while, I had the impression she had pulled her top down and revealed her breasts, although I wasn't quite sure. When she mentioned she needed $283 to pay a bill, I began to suspect she was just trying to get money out of me. As I kissed her, she abruptly told me she was going to turn 15 years old tomorrow. I was shocked. I seemed to recall that while we had been talking, she had told me she was 19 years old. I immediately pushed her away from me and told her to get away. Almost immediately I knew this was some kind of setup and I thought I should immediately call 911. I asked some of the other people standing nearby if they had heard what the girl had said, and they acted as if they would support me.
I walked over to the side and called 911. A police officer came onto the phone. I told him that I was at a fair (somewhere in Ohio) and that I wasn't able to find any police officers nearby. Suddenly, however, I spotted two police officers. I told the officer on the phone I had found someone and I walked over to the two officers.
The officers split up when I approached them and I started talking to one (a black man about 40 years old). He asked me if he could see my wallet. I reached into the pocket of the blue sports coat which I was wearing and I pulled out some money (around $400) and handed it to the officer. I then handed the officer my wallet, which contained around another $200. I thought he might think it suspicious that I had so much money on me. He took all the money and held it in his hand. When I asked him to give the money back to me, he wouldn't, and I suddenly realized he was going to try to keep my money.
Another officer stepped up and then a third officer (their superior) showed up. I told the superior that the first officer had taken my money and that I didn't understand why, because I was the one who had called them. They almost seemed to be condemning me.
Other officers showed up until about five of them gathered together in a little circle, joking and talking. The superior was a Spanish-speaking fellow (probably in his mid 30s). He jokingly told me to call the first black officer a "nigger". Finally, however, he told the black officer to give my money back to me. The black officer handed me my billfold. When I looked at the billfold, I realized the money from my coat pocket wasn't in the billfold. I told the superior officer about the missing money and I added, "By the way, I'm an attorney."
The attitude of the superior officer seemed to change immediately, and the black officer quickly forked over a wad of bills to me.
Clearly, however, I sensed I was going to have problems dealing with these officers. I thought if necessary, I could go to the U.S. Attorney's office and file a civil rights action against the officers.
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