Its starts out with me picking up something at my friends house. Something in the garage. But no one is there so its kind of wierd.
Him and his wife come home later and I feel as if I have done something wrong.
I was supposed to be stacking something I think and I didn't do it or was behind in doing it.
Then there was another thing. I was an airport picking up something. Nothing bad, I thought but there were police watching and I knew it.
One of my room mates was there to help me, give me confidence. As we passed a couple of guards in the ticketing area I was thinking we were clear,
"Randy, we are clear! Those guys are idiots!"
He said nothing and nieter of us looked back. I think he knew that what I had said was was just wishful thinking.
I finally looked back and those two guards and several others were also following.
We decided to split up and but of course it it did not go off as smoothly as I had envisioned. Instead of splitting to the corners like NFL wide recievers we crossed and almost went in the same direction.
Very stressfull.
Randy went left up some stairs and I went right and out the doors and i felt as if I were about to be caught.
But thankfully there was my other roomate waiting for me with that look on his face that said "I am helping you yet again!"
and he was.
And then I woke up.