I remember being on a road trip with some male friend and we were driving through beautiful wooded areas. I can’t remember who was driving. I was on the driver’s side of the car looking at the guy on my right, but I was suggesting that we go into Vermont because we would be so close to the border of a different state, so why not? So it seemed as if he was driving in some way. I don’t know the guy in waking life, but he was good looking and in shape and had great eyes. They were blue, I think.
He agreed and thought it would be fun. I told him about the time I was in Gallipolis or Miller or some other place near the border of Ohio and attempted to cross the border but got lost and by the time I realized it, I was on my way back to Columbus. This was all memories in my dream, not my waking life.
We were taking the road trip for him to pick up something. We picked up a couple of friends (a guy and a girl) on our way. Somehow, we lost one of the guys. He was probably walking around in New York or Vermont without a cell phone and didn’t know our cell phone numbers because who remembers numbers nowadays?
But the first guy was concerned. He wanted to find his friend before he got kidnapped and harvested for organs or something.
So we picked up this “package” which was an inherited black briefcase. I was in the back seat of what was now, a black mid-sized rental car. The guy and girl returned to the parking garage we were in. The guy jumped into the back with me and the girl got in the passenger side. She turned around and removed the headrest and bent down the back slightly so she could help open the briefcase and talk to us.
She explained how something in the briefcase was worth $18,000. I was thinking about how much taxes you’d have to pay on it, but then we started guessing what it was: gold, diamonds, cash? We opened it up and there were black pieces that needed to be assembled and two cases (like the locked boxes at Best Buy) that had “Bank Notes” in them. The “Bank Notes” were tablets of graph paper that talks about investments, etc. We thought that was where the $18,000 was from, but we weren’t sure.
We started to assemble the black pieces, which were held in black foam in the case. We ended up building a sniper rifle and some kind of 2-foot tube. It was maybe a telescope or weapon, we couldn’t tell right away. While we were building the tube, this one security guard kept walking around our car and looking in.
Later, he poked his head through the passenger side window. I tried to grab something to pretend to not notice the tube. I grabbed the gun and thought, “WTF? That won’t work.” So I tried to hide it and then hide the tub in a plastic grocery bag. It didn’t really fit. So to hide both, I stuck my arm in the bag and kept moving it, acting like I was looking for something at the bottom – there were soda bottle caps and pogs – yes, one of the friends brought pogs from the ’90s on the road trip – I grabbed some and threw them into the tube.
The guard asked what the tube was. My male friend got nervous. I showed it to him and said, “It’s a pog container thing.” The guard said, “Pogs?” I said, “Yeah!” I poured out the pogs I threw in there and held them up. I said, “You know, pogs, you stack ‘em, slam ’em, trade ’em…” He looked confused, but he left us alone after that. The guy and girl got out to wave bye to the guard. The guy was squeezing a nerf football, got frustrated/freaked out and threw it hard at the windshield and it cracked. I said, “Did you get insurance on this car?”
I remember we then went to part of the parking garage where the guards were sitting on lawn chairs. One of the new guys was dressed in camo with poorly done camo facepaint. He kept saying he could spy on people without them seeing him. He followed a group of four back to their car and crouched down and watched them through their windows.
During that scene, the “camera” was through the male friend’s POV and he would daydream about his lost friend coming to him in ghost form saying he was kidnapped and growing old on a deserted island, etc.