Dream
A group of us wanted to have a picnic, so we took over an apartment building and started cooking. It was a pretty illegal situation but we were already on the run from the law. So no biggie.
We put a tablecloth on the floor of one of the rooms and set it up with dishes and silverware. This was going to be a nice meal. I was melting sugar and butter (to make caramel) when the police cars showed up. They megaphoned their vague frustrations at us, but didn't seem all that concerned about getting us down.
Then one of the officers appeared at the end of the hall. I was like, great, this is when the shooting starts, but one of my comrades reassured me. “He's just here to set off the tear gas. Don't worry.”
The interloper shot a canister into our end of the hall and smoke started to pour from it. It made my eyes sting a little, but it was easy to ignore. I continued preparing the picnic.
I guess tear gas isn't all that bad; it's just kind of a ritual thing when you want people to submit.
We put a tablecloth on the floor of one of the rooms and set it up with dishes and silverware. This was going to be a nice meal. I was melting sugar and butter (to make caramel) when the police cars showed up. They megaphoned their vague frustrations at us, but didn't seem all that concerned about getting us down.
Then one of the officers appeared at the end of the hall. I was like, great, this is when the shooting starts, but one of my comrades reassured me. “He's just here to set off the tear gas. Don't worry.”
The interloper shot a canister into our end of the hall and smoke started to pour from it. It made my eyes sting a little, but it was easy to ignore. I continued preparing the picnic.
I guess tear gas isn't all that bad; it's just kind of a ritual thing when you want people to submit.