Dream Journal
A group of us stole five or six white VW Jettas. B and I took one; he was driving and led the group away though a parking lot.
He tried to squeeze the Jetta between a line of parked cars and one car parked further from the line of cars, but ended up scraping the solitary car and pushed it forward a few feet. At that moment I saw that it was a police car and the police officer was still sitting in the driver’s seat.
The cop got out of the car and walked over to B’s window and I was afraid that we would be busted with a stolen car. B rolled down his window and the cop stepped up to it. All I could see were his legs but I knew we were busted.
Themes: B