In my dreams, I was in the bustling London, selling a mattress a mattress on the streets. But then, out of nowhere, this person rolls up on me to jack my stuff and start making a scene, threatening me that he will take my mattress.
But hold up, just when things were looking really sketchy, I spotted my potential buyers, and let me tell you, they were holding banknotes. So, I just pointed at them out to the mugger like, “Yo, those folks have cash!” Basically, I tossed them under the bus. The mugger took the bait and went after my buyers. I had this smug grin on my face, thinking how smoothly I played it.
But then, out of the blue, another person swoops in, snatches my mattress, and takes off like a rocket. I tried to chase him down, but he was too fast. So, I hit up my videoblogger friend, and cut a deal that he’d report this mess to the cops if they advertised his video channel.
Next thing I know, I’m sitting in a police van, and the officer is spilling the whole story to his buddies.
Now, in my next dream, it’s all at sea, and disaster strikes. Two boats are out there, and people start falling into the water, struggling to stay afloat. I am not sure why the other boat didn’t lend a hand, but those people were desperate. The weather was not playing nice either, and it was all gloomy and overcast.