Dream Nineteen
I live in a small white stucco house. I have embarked upon a plot along with the cooperation of 2 other individuals: one of them my roommate, Joel, the other an unnamed and unremarkable female. We are going to steal 300 million dollars from some sort of organization owned by one of the wealthy elite. We stealthily infiltrate the office, which is located inside a mall. We disarm or otherwise dispatch the lone attendant, and trash the server room. As we are preparing to flee, I start to grab a bundle of Ethernet cables, but Joel returns my focus to the task at hand. The emergency exit is open and we make a clean getaway. We are at a restaurant talking with other confidants, and the gentleman who has been carrying the money(an older gentleman who was not with us on the heist, but 'was' in that dream mode) unwraps it from inside his shirt. He hands one person a million dollars in random bills. Many are non-American currency. Some of them don't look like actual bills, but rather receipts or bonds or something. I receive a pile of money, but most of it is just sheets of paper with various scribblings on it, and a stamp indicating the value, often in British pounds. A man walks in who I recognize as the auditor or accountant of the person we stole the money from. He recognizes some of the papers as we put them away, and we flee from the restaurant. I find myself at a backyard party with a number of wealthy people. Nobody here cares that I'm only a millionaire because I stole it. That is irrelevant to this type of person. Even the guy I stole from doesn't care.