I was in the mall. The Avenues, I think. And I think I was working at this cookie shop to case the place. I had planned and/or participated in this heist after the mall closed, and something about “take the cookies, too”. The problem was, it was a whole group of kids running the risk of making a disturbance, instead of just a few robbers on a stealth mission.
The mall had this old-fashioned security system where a sheriff just lives on the premises with his wife and personal affects. One of the kids is dumb enough to open the entrance to his little cottage, not realizing what it was exactly, because live-in mall sheriffs are not exactly commonplace. And of, course I tried to stop him but couldn’t move of speak fast or loud enough. So, he slips inside before I can stop him, and a second goes by before he’s backing out with a shotgun in his face, the sheriff in his jammies and a night cap.
Some kids are caught and put in chain link pens. Some of us ran away. I come back with a smaller, stealthier team. Observing the layout, and the emotional-behavioral condition of our comrades – not good. Rattling their own cage, and furiously shaking their head back and forth. The punishment was far too severe for the crime. Since when can people TREAT people this way? Why? What kind of cop. What kind of human.
I woke up feeling heavy and restless. Needing more sleep. Getting up to work.