A Deal with the Mob Devil

Date: 9/26/2017

I was hanging out with a guy I may have met in a previous dream who is a man that's in a similar financial situation as me, mildly poor and struggling to make ends meet. Not exactly destitute and living from paycheck to paycheck, but unable to actually live on my own or travel due to my "just enough" paying job. Only this man was in a worse situation because he lost his months ago. So anyway I was sitting in the middle of a forest with him and despite his position he still dresses up pretty nicely as if he's still working in a well-paying corporate job; wearing a white suit with a white fedora, black dress shirt and a red tie. He actually looked alot like Labamba from the Conan show come to think of it. He talked to me about lots of things out here but mostly how to make it big in this world. He had a plan to make ALOT of money in a matter of days and asked if I'd be interested in partnering up. I was reluctant cos in the back of my head I just know his plan involves stolen money and playing the stock market which I'm sure is gonna be in a crooked way too. I dunno what exactly his job was before, but his extensive knowledge of working the system in his favor through illegal means made me think he used to work with the mob. Heck he may have even been the head of some fallen crime empire or something who knows. I thought about his offer though and just couldn't agree to do it, at least not right now. The messed up thing about it is that my reasoning had little to do with morals and more to do with the risk involved if we got caught. That's it. He didn't have an issue with it though and understood but told me to think about it. Time skipped in an instant to the next day and I'm working my security job only it appeared as if I was a slightly alternate version of my building. This one looked very similar but it had a little convenience shop in it like my old job building had. My current place has no such store, just a little café that only stays open until 1pm. I was in there setting up newspapers, something I do everyday, but instead of in the mail room I was putting them in an area in the store. I heard a familiar sounding voice of a woman talking to find that it's Natasha from my high school. She's dressed in a red business outfit that included a wide-brimmed hat and long dress with black heels to match. I was always kinda jealous of her ever since I last saw her in person in 2005 cos she seemed to immediately become pretty successful for herself straight outta college and unlike me who had the polar opposite experience. And look at me now, a security guard setting up newspapers while she probably made 5 or 6 figures a year doing whatever she's doing. I felt so low and so ashamed. That's when I decided... Decided to go ahead and make the deal. It was weird though because I didn't need to sign anything or even speak. The guy could just tell from my thoughts without even being present and the next thing I knew I was sitting with him in a coffee shop or someplace as he explained his plan. First he needed to gather up at least $300,000 before he could invest it and turn a major profit. I would leave all that to him while I just became a wing man with him on the dirty work. Basically I'd be the getaway driver and that was it. Were we robbing a bank? No, but we would be stealing from all sorts of criminals. In the matter of a few days we stole from prostitutes, johns, and even the pimps themselves. Add infiltration to druglord homes where we stole from them too and we managed to exceed $300,000 actually. It didn't feel so wrong since we were taking away from scumbags anyway, kinda like a modern effed up version of Robin Hood where instead of nobly giving the money to the poor we keep it all for ourselves. And I dunno how he did it but he made it happen just like he said he would. The man simply had a magical way of charming and cheating people; he was the type of guy who could poison you without you even knowing until your dying breath. So we had the money and now to invest it. The dream started breaking up and fading off at this point, but the last thing I remember was watching the news and making sure to pay attention to the stock market prices to see if we gained or loss and surprisingly we gained. There's no way any of this was legal and even though I wouldn't have to struggle financially anymore I had to wonder if any of this was worth it. I'd have to now worry about something much more serious and that's very potentially going to jail for many years.... I woke up at this point.