Running From the Cops

Date: 10/6/2022

A guy came into my mum's home for some reason ( I can't recall the reason he gave to be allowed in ).. he was looking at the kitchen. We ( my mum and I - mostly just my mum ) had just painted it and rearranged a bit. He made a comment abt how there shd be a doorway right next to the fridge, stating that "just last week there were two doorways to that other room". As soon as he said that I knew he was up to no good. How wd he know abt the other room and how wd he know what was there last week before we painted? I couldn't understand why he would even be interested in that room, it's just filled with Halloween decorations and such - unless something in there was a lot more valuable than we knew. I yelled to my mom to call the cops, that this guy was up to something. As I began saying that, he found the door we had covered over with wallpaper & paint. He was putting all his force onto the door to pry it open. Just as he got it open I jumped onto his back. He stumbled backwards. We fell, and he rolled out the kitchen/back door so fast my mum and I didn't even see where he had gone. I picked myself off the floor and began to dust myself off when I heard a noise in that other room. I grabbed the closest thing to me which was a large pair of scissors and ran in there. One young man ( probably around 19 ) was already making his way out the back door of that room ( that leads to the back yard ) with his arms full of stuff. As he made his way past me, I contemplated stabbing him right in the ribs with the scissors. I almost did it. But then I thought to myself, "Stealing isn't a good enough reason to kill these guys." So I just stood there and watched him walk out with our stuff. There was another guy abt the same age that had just come in, and the original guy I had fought was right behind him, with yet another guy behind him. I grabbed the original guy and my mum grabbed the guy ahead of him ( the guy behind them ran off ). We had them on their knees, their hair wound tight in our fists and our weapons ( the large scissors I had and my mum's hammer that she had grabbed ) pointed directly at them. I asked in a menacing tone, "So what do you want to do with them?" And my mum took but a second to reply, "Just let them go". I kindof side-eyed her and hoarsely whispered, "What??! No! Obviously we're not going to kill them, but we at least have to pretend like we're thinking abt making them pay for what they've done! If we don't make them scared of us they'll just do it again!" As I was saying this to her, the other two guys came back. They grabbed their buddies, along with a few more things in the room and ran. I cdnt believe their nerve! Without thinking, I ran after them. They got into their vehicle ( an S.U.V of some sort ) and began to pull off. I was still chasing them and grabbed onto the passenger side window that was wide open. As I was praying that they wdnt put the window up and break my fingers ( like I probably wd have done to them ), they stopped, grabbed me and pulled me into the vehicle, into the back seat with two of the perpetrators. As I was being pulled/pushed into the back seat, one of them snapped a blurry picture of me real quick. They captioned the pic "Dirty Girl" bc I had dirt all over me from rolling on the ground earlier with the original guy. They all laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world, then sped off. In minutes we pulled into a driveway. From the front, some gloves were passed to the back and someone grabbed a crowbar. I said, "You're breaking into this house too??! I'm not going to be here for this!" I got out with everyone else, but as I turned towards the street to run off, a car pulled up behind ours. A tall Indian man stepped out. He had a full black moustache & beard, was wearing a polo shirt, and had a very serious look in his eyes. There was a 'Lyft' sign in his windshield, so two of the guys started talking to him as if they needed a ride somewhere, asking if he could drive them. He just stared right into their eyes and sternly asked what they were doing at his house. The guys made a run for it, with me close behind. We had barely made it a short ways around the corner when police cars came rushing by. One of them pulled directly in front of the two guys that were just ahead of me and grabbed them ( the other two guys ran in a different direction ). As they were handcuffing them, the cop tilted his head towards me and asked if I was the girl that had been with them. For some reason one of the guys, short curly brown hair in a plain white t-shirt, protected me and said no. The other guy stayed silent. Fortunately for me, the road we had turned onto was a fairly busy one with a strip mall on it, so it was almost always somewhat crowded, with people always walking about. People always walking abt, but always lost in themselves, as if no one else was even there aside from themselves. If we had turned onto a neighborhood road or something, it wd have been obvious that I was with the group they were after. Of course, I could have just told them the truth, that I was the girl but I wasn't a part of their thieving little gang. I cd have told the cops I only ended up in the vehicle with them after chasing them down when they robbed my house... but for some reason, trying to just stay out of it at this point seemed the better option to me. The cop apologized to me and said, "We didn't get a good look at her. The picture was blurry and all it said was "Dirty Girl" on it". I gave a small smile of forgiveness and kept walking. There was another cop some feet ahead, pulled to the side and on the lookout for the girl. On the look out for me. I cd either walk right past that cop, who was sitting in his car, arm around the passenger seat, chewing gum like a cow and looking cocky as hell, or I cd turn down the side street a few feet in front of where he was parked. Either way he was able to see me. Options limited and neither of them exactly great, I just picked one. I decided to turn down the side street. As I did, a camo bullet proof vest fell off of my shoulders. I must have grabbed it by accident when I grabbed my jacket out of the vehicle and ran ( I guess I had taken my jacket off when I was wedged between the two guys in the back seat ). I knew if the cop saw that, there wd be no explaining why I had something like that unless I had been with the guys they were after. I tried to stealthily drop my jacket right on top of the vest, so it wd look like I was just bending over to grab my long black jacket. It seemed to work, bc the cop just let me continue on my way... When I got out of view of that cop, with others still driving around with their sirens on and more search lights than I had ever seen in my life, my walk to appear innocent turned into a run. I ran down that side street with cops speeding past me, ran past a lake fenced off to the public, ran into some trees, and just kept running... I ran until I awoke...

AI generated interpretation Your dream of "Running From the Cops" is a complex and dramatic narrative that reveals underlying feelings of fear, suspicion, and a desire for justice. The dream starts in your mother's home, a place of security and familiarity, but becomes invaded by unknown men who threaten that sense of safety. This can symbolize a fear of intrusion or violation in your waking life, and a need to protect what is important to you. The act of running and confronting these intruders in the dream reflects a subconscious desire to stand up for yourself and protect your loved ones from potential harm. The use of weapons like scissors and a hammer suggest a need to defend yourself and take control in situations where you feel vulnerable or threatened. The decision not to harm the intruders despite the temptation indicates a moral conscience and a desire to avoid resorting to violence even in the face of wrongdoing. This may suggest a conflict within yourself between seeking justice and showing compassion or mercy in difficult situations. The interaction with the police in the dream may symbolize a fear of authority or judgment, as well as a feeling of being misunderstood or falsely accused. The blurry picture labeled "Dirty Girl" may reflect a fear of being judged or labeled unfairly by others, and a desire to maintain your innocence and integrity despite external pressures. Overall, this dream may reflect feelings of vulnerability, conflict, and a need to assert yourself and protect what is important to you in waking life. It may be helpful to consider any current challenges or conflicts you are facing and how they are manifesting in your subconscious mind through this vivid and intense dream narrative.