Dream Journal
I stole a semi truck and drove it around one night. There was a lot of snow on the ground and the trees were very peaceful, but I needed to return the truck before someone alerted the cops that it was missing.
I drove to a meeting hall. Inside were rows and rows of fold-up tables and a small group of men. I asked the men to help me load up the tables into my truck; I had parked it out on the road next to the woods. I knew that the police would see the men loading the truck and not think it was the stolen truck. But I did not know how much time it bought me. While they were loading the truck, I slipped away into the night.