24th September 2002

The first part of the dream I remember is being in my room at home trying to watch football on the TV. It’s a Saturday. The last thing I want to do is work. In fact I don’t really want to anything other than relax. Then all of a sudden the CE of the company I currently work for pops up and asks me can I ‘just’ do some quick changes on something for him. I tell him no. I’m a bit surprised I said no, but it doesn’t show. A few minutes later he is back again asking for some more things to be changed and to be changed as soon as possible at which time I have a small outburst saying how he always does this at work, why should I do it on a Saturday when it is my time etc.

In my next dream, I’m outside a bank with my dad. We’re looking at the cash machines in front of the bank, which are all owned by different companies. I point to one that I think we’ll be able to hack into most easily. My dad thinks this is most likely what they want us to think and goes for the machine over in the corner.

We are building our own computer at the cash machine, for some reason not having pre-built it. We are going to use a computer to crack the cash machine and get money out. We get all of the parts assembled including a specially adapted PSU which I was concerned we may not have.

As we are nearing completion of the computer and the hacking when the bank is held up for real. The gunmen come out and go to the car, except for one gunman who waves his gun around outside the bank wanting everyone to hit the deck. I’m in the corner and fall into the corner out of the way. Dad kind of makes it look like he is doing what he is told whilst still hacking the cash machine. The gun is waved around for what seems like ages and then the guy goes away.

Later, dad and I are joined by one or two others as we go on a raid of an old dingy shop. Quite possibly a book shop I think. We head to the basement via a staircase, one which encircles a lift. We go to a trolley and pick up various bags where we know money is hidden. I’m looking after some computer components so don’t take any bags. I guess I am feeling a little guilty about stealing. However one of the group reminds me that what we are doing isn’t illegal, we’re just a nuisance and the police wouldn’t arrest us, just try and make us go somewhere else.

A while later I’m at an underground station and I get to see what is in the bags that we have. In the bags are coins, but they are hidden in weird plastic wrapping. Dad and I compare our false chins which have been growing quite a bit of stubble. Then at this point, the rest of the people leave via an alleyway and I go and get on a tube train. The station has a lot of plants around it so it seems like a very green and leafy station.

The passengers are asked a whole load of questions whilst on the train as part of their introduction to their new homes. It was all very dull so I got off the train and got on another one. The new train that I had gotten on was asking the same questions as the previous one. Knowing the answers to the questions having already heard them I join in a bit. When one of the questions involved an fprop company I jokingly say who’d want to work for them? The group on the train didn’t find this funny. I got off the train with everyone else and soon after was chased by some alsatians who wanted to lick me to death. I escaped by arriving at the fprop house. A smallish house made out of brick with a gate less than a metre from the front door.