FBI house arrest
I dreamt that I had been convicted of a crime, but I hadn’t been sent to jail yet. I don’t remember what I had done, but I was under FBI house arrest at my old house on Edgemont North Street until my jail sentence started. There was this woman with the FBI who was assigned to stay with me at all times and watch my every move. I was some sort of vigilante (although I don’t think my conviction had anything to do with that), and there was one last criminal I was trying to catch before I got put in jail. I thought I knew where I could find the criminal, so I convinced my FBI babysitter to let me go to the grocery store, but she said she would have to go with me. That’s about all I remember.