A dream.

My mom, dad grandma came to visit. We went out to lunch. Since I hate chain restaurants, we went to this seedy, New Orleans style Italian restaraunt. It was a huge place. Each ballroom unfolding into another cavernous space. I was intrigued. My mom was uncomfortable. I knew without asking him that my dad liked it. Before the waiter took our order, mom went across the street and bought some Arby's curley fries and a bottled mineral water in the restaraunts gift shop--becuase she needed a snack and thought that if she didn't buy something at the gift shop they might judge her. There were some shady characters mingling right around us. The only one I remember had long black hair and ice blue eyes. he was dressed in a tight white long john shirt that accentuated his ponch. He had a too-small motorcycle vest and belt on, with a bandana around his head. They all assembled around me. My mom said they looked bad. I shrugged off her comment--she is generally kind of paranoid about people. Then they whipped up guns and held the whole place up. We were seated in a little cove; they were right next to us, but faced into the large garish ballroom-like space in the middle of the room. The demanded the everyone get out their cash. I hesitiated but decided against giving them anything, even though I had $60. A dorky, friendly cop was next to me. "Are you going to do anything?" I demanded. He smiled, smugly told me that they would get them--the place was surrounded. More cops started to show up. The criminals took off.

My mom was shaken. I was feeling pretty cocky since they didn't get my money. I told mom, dad and grandma that lunch was on me. We drove off with my former criminal AA friend. He was very careful not to get pulled over by cops.