But in my dreams I'm much more adventure prone...
I’m in a really crowded urban area, in some sort of a coffee shop that is part of a large conglomeration of other shops and cafes. A girl walks up to me from behind and starts yelling at me. She is very scary and mean looking and acting crazy. Apparently she is an old boyfriend’s new girlfriend, and she has prepared a scrapbook documenting her relationship with the guy to prove how great it is. I'm not sure why she's telling me this, so I just ignore her and go on with my business. This makes her upset and she and storms off, leaving behind her keys and wallet. I'm annoyed by the interruption, so I chunk her keys and wallet across the busy room, but then feel bad because I don't want anyone to steal her id or car. Then it turns out that she's called the police saying that I'm trying to attack her, and all of a sudden there is a manhunt out searching for ME!
I turn into a super MacGyver like character, darting from building to building, ducking through obstacles, and carefully creeping around corners. At one point I really really have to pee, so I make my way to a bathroom and start to go, but then friends who are looking out for me warn me that I’m making too much noise and tipping the cops off as to where I am. Next I run into a lot with a bunch of abandoned cars. I decide to hot wire one and try to make a get away. I stealthily move from car to car, hoping to not be seen, but there are cops everywhere so I don’t make it very far. Then my friend and I find these two guys who have no idea what’s going on, and we tell them we want to go back with them to their house and hang out and watch movies. My friend keeps emphasizing how we have to pick out lots of movies to watch, as our plan is to hide out in their house until things clear over. Then it turns out these guys still live with their parents, and their mom gets home and starts talking about how everyone’s looking for this particular girl, and starts describing me. Then I wake up.
Anecdotally, while I had this dream about a month ago, yesterday there really was a manhunt of sorts for a crazy girl in my neighborhood who shot a family member. And my puppy and I found ourselves right in the mix of things. All of the sudden we see police cars, fire trucks, ambulances, and swat teams heading right up the street from where we were walking, with a number of helicopters swirling above us. As we got closer, I heard from witnesses that the shooter, who apparently was off her meds, had fled the scene after firing three shots. But it turns out that she was holing up in the house where the shooting occurred, and the police had an eight hour stand off until she finally gave herself up. Crazy times in the neighborhood!