Austin

Here’s mine from last night:

I was on some stage and there were many teenagers practicing and performing. I was a cop. But I wasn’t in charge. There was someone else in charge of what was happening, but I didn’t interact with him/her much.

Something happened, I’m not sure what. But there was a girl who did something very wrong and I had to arrest her. I went searching for her on and around the stage. But then ended up in the streets. I ended up at this house. There were kids there. They wouldn’t give me any information, but I was positive they knew something. The kids were very poor and not cared for.

I eventually made my way down the street and realized that my cell phone (which was my way of communicating with the police dispatch) was gone. There was a way to track it and I tracked it back to that house with the poor kids. I confronted them about it. I said I wanted to speak to their parents. I went in their house. Their parents were also very poor and had no use for me. They ignored me. Then one kid told me he already sold the phone and had put it in the mail. I remember thinking I could go to the post office to retrieve it.

From there, I ended up in the police department’s headquarters. I was in the basement where there were prisoners. There were lots of prisoners, all poor and male. They weren’t well cared for. There was little food. Somehow it was my responsibility to care for them. But I also had an allotment of funds with which to do that. I said to the mayor “They will only eat junk food.” He said “Buy more!” I said “But if I buy more they will just eat it all, so it will always look like they don’t have enough food.” In the end, I found a better way to take care of them. I apparently owned a restaurant, and was able to have good food brought in.

From there I woke up screaming, but don’t know why.