Stealing Weapons and Collaborative Coverup.
3/24/09
I recall being a young teenager, and breaking into another boy’s house with a friend. We were sneaking up to his bedroom to swipe something from him. I think it was some medieval weaponry. We had found it, when he noticed us! Shouting in rage, he lurched out of bed, and we ran with the goods.
We must have ran separate ways, because that was the last I saw of my friend. I was alone in the street, knowing that a very mean, very large, and very angry pursuer would be on me in moments. To my surprise, I made it back to my mother’s house without hearing him. I thought I might be safe. Just in case, I went up to my room to arm myself with some weapons of my own. Somehow I knew that if he caught me, there would be blood.
Creeping back downstairs, I heard him slamming into the house through the back door. I readied an axe I took from him, the heftiest weapon I had. When he came into the kitchen I stepped around the corner from the dining room and threw the axe at him! It hit, but not the sharp part. Now he was [strong]really[/strong] mad.
He threw a weapon at me, but I ducked back behind the cover of the wall. He came into the kitchen and swung the axe I had thrown at him at me, burying it in the drywall when I ducked back. It was at this point that I was terrified of being killed, so I tried to parley.
I told him that this was crazy, that he could have his stuff back, that it was just a joke, and that my mother was going to kill us for what we did to her wall. He looked at the wall and must have suddenly realized how right I was. We were about to get in big trouble. The dream ended with him not only no longer mad at me, but trying to help me come up with ways we could hide the damage and avoid getting yelled at. It was bizarre.