i’m with my friend adam and on our way with another guy (didn’t know him) to adam’s “friend’s” house. yes, pay attention to those quotes! so apparently, we get there and i’m clued in — this isn’t just a typical friend visit; there is a mission. so, adam is a con-artist. he meets people in the “industry” (in real life he is in the movie business, ish) and then cons them and steals from their homes.
we head inside this amazing, expensive condo building in los angeles and head to the victim’s place. he is an older white man with an asian wifeey. almost immediately the guy says he is going to go take a shower and the wife talks to us. then it begins. adam is there in sight, with me. and his extra friend (who didn’t come up with us) sneaks in the back door and starts to steal valuables. then as we’re left alone, adam gets a signal that the other guy is done jackin shit so we take off. i, the newb, go for the elevators and lose the guys. we reconvene street level and adam is like, “YOU NEVER TAKE AN ELEVATOR IN THIS SITUATION!” shit, how was i to know!?
we just get in the car and see the dude run out after us. we get away but the rest of the dream, i’m straight freaking out. like, we are going to jail, this is bad bad bad! then as we’re driving away, the guy calls adam and i look at adam when he’s on the phone with the guy he just stole from and i see a look on adam’s face i’ve never seen before. i remember in the dream thinking, man, he looks so… different… sinister. adam is calm and talks to the guy, saying, “what are you talking about? i didn’t take anything. i was with you guys the whole time,” and goes on to continue to be convincing. such a thought-out plan.