Exposed dream

11-02-2009

I am driving our car. Eric and I are outside our bank. We start arguing over some silly shit. Eric gets mad and leaves. I park the car, as I am about ready to open my door; there is a man in a dark brown suit standing there. As I get out he opens his vest to reveal an FBI Homeland security badge. He begins to question me about my anger, concerned it could erupt into violence. I explain how Eric, my roommate, is upset about something that really doesn’t amount to much. He agrees, gives me a warning about public display of anger, not to do it again, and then leaves.

I walk into the bank to make my deposit and all eyes are on me. I go to grab a deposit slip and instead, stuffed into all the little slip holders are papers with my writings on them. My magickal writings, notes on tarot readings, dreams, spells, personal journal stuff. I am shocked. I begin to wonder how I can get my stuff back without arousing suspicion.

To make matters worse, the bank teller comes up and tells me the head of the banks wishes to see me about what happened outside.

I am shown to the office of the president of the bank, a woman, with blonde hair. She tells me, with a stern look in her eyes, that homeland security has phoned her about me being a potential threat and to keep an eye on me. I am dumbfounded. I tell her all I want to do is make my weekly deposit. She says I can, but then I must immediately leave. She reminds me I am being watched.

I go back to the deposit slip table. I feel naked and totally exposed. I start grabbing my notes, after getting the courage up to do it quickly. Immediately the bank president is standing there with a small waste basket, saying, “You must release those documents for us to inspect.”

I reluctantly throw whats in my hands down into the basket, sit down in one of the chairs in the lobby, and say, “I know.” I am very reluctant and feeling resigned at being caught. EOD.