Bank Robbery Gang
Categories: 2,8
So we join this dream in media res, evidently there was something else that went on before this but I have no memory of it.
I’m not sure if the me in this dream was actually ‘me’, there was not enough context to understand, in fact I would have left this dream out but there were some nice character touches.
Anyway I was the criminal mastermind of a gang of bank robbers, and from the point I remember they are in the bank doing the robbery while I am on the phone / walkie talkie guiding them. There is a problem and they cannot complete the planned heist but they can take a lot of money in packets, some of which will have dye packs in them, we agree on this — for some reason the packets of money are called ‘lander’ — I am not sure that people are speaking completely English in this dream, although I am unfamiliar with any language or slang in which packets of money are called ‘lander’. I remember I had a method for getting the dye packs separated etc. so it wouldn’t actually be a problem
Anyway, the robbery is a big success and they get out of there and drive to the preplanned money drop spot, I am following behind them, they are in a beat up old white laundry service van that is not being driven very well, it is careening around the road (no other cars so not a problem) but I am wondering to myself — what are these idiots doing — and swearing a bit about idiots and amateurs and the like.
They pull into a side street, great they made it to the money drop without police interference, this is sort of interesting because this side street — I remember it from other dreams that is to say this side street is part of a large dreamed landscape that is a hodgepodge of remembered and invented places, I had the thought, or memory in my head as I watched them pull in and then turn into a building where the money will be split that if one continued down that street far enough one would end up behind the house that I lived in in another dream — a large duplex with a very difficult to maintain yard, continuing on from that house and turning rightwards then passing through some neighborhood backstreets one ends up in large fields of shoulder high wheat. Frankly the landscape makes no sense, but it is interesting because I remember that I have been in it in several dreams, which were all sorts of boring dreams that were not worthwhile adding to this dream log. Maybe I should start a log classifying dreams by landscape.
I did not join them in dealing the money out, which really I wonder what exactly my deal was in this dream other than I evidently planned the bank robbery which didn’t go as planned so … anyway I waited for them across the other side of the street,, by a house.
An old lady came out of the house and was going for a walk. We exchanged some pleasantries as my partners in crime showed up. There were about 6 of them but I only remember 3 -
- Benny Frandsen from the Olsen banden
Who was holding up a leather satchel to indicate hey money all split up, time to go; everyone had one of these leather satchels.
- The skinny plumber from Brazil
- And a little old lady who I think was the little old lady from A Long Kiss GoodNight
Based on basically her facial expression
So, then the little old lady I had been talking to dropped something she was carrying, and the other little old lady that was in my gang of bank robbers picked it up for her and the first old lady exclaimed “Why, she’s as spry as a ballerina!” at how limber the gang’s little old lady was. This led to a digression where plumber from brazil expounded on the many gifts of the gang’s little old lady, which evidently including crocheting tong covers for tongs that need picking up things that would damage the tong? It was sort of weird, both Benny and I were getting annoyed because we really wanted to get going and divide up the money.
But… then I woke up.
All in all a sort of boring dream that I wouldn’t normally put in the log except for the last bit with the little old ladies and of course the shared dream topography.
