Dream of: 15 January 2011 "Righting A Wrong"

Michelle and I were sitting at a table in an establishment which seemed something like a restaurant. Four people were sitting at another table next to ours. When a fellow walked up and began talking to Michelle, it turned out that Michelle had done something wrong to someone, and that this fellow had an expedient solution whereby Michelle could make amends for what she had done. The fellow stepped back from the table and said the solution was for Michelle to pull up her top and show her breasts to the four people at the other table. Michelle immediately pulled up her top and let her breasts be shown. Suddenly a bright light flashed and I realized the fellow had taken a picture. Michelle quickly pulled down her top.

The fellow took off running. Since the picture had not been an agreed part of Michelle's expiation, I jumped up and chased after the fellow through the building, but I couldn't catch him. I had the feeling that we were in a government institution and that the fellow belonged to this institution. Since I felt the fellow had committed some kind of wrong, I thought he would either have to give back the picture or go to court and be held accountable. I finally stopped and told someone what I thought, but the person disagreed with me. The person and I walked into the person's office and I explained the situation to a second person, who also disagreed. When I finally figured out that the office of the main person in the establishment was in another office in the rear of this office, I walked into the rear office and asked, "Where's the boss?"

An attractive woman (probably in her mid 30s) in the rear office said that she was the boss. When I told her what had happened, she seemed to be in agreement with me, that something wrong had occurred. When we finally reached the subject of how much this was going to cost, I blurted out, "Ten thousand dollars."

She seemed shocked that I would want that much money. Nevertheless, she continued talking with me about the matter. I didn't know if I would get that much money, but I felt as if I were responsible for protecting Michelle, so I was going to do the best I could.

As the woman and I continued talking, she was going through some papers and she mentioned the name "Stevens" (a dissolute former schoolmate from junior high). I wasn't sure, but it sounded as if Stevens was involved either directly or indirectly in the matter. She had a list of his offenses. I knew he had a long criminal record.

I continued talking with her and it seemed as if we might be able to come to some kind of terms.

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