Last night, I dreamt I was a young woman working in a downtown San Francisco bank branch of Wells Fargo in the 1880's or 1890's. It was late in the day and the bank was packed with people cashing their payroll checks and many more doing other banking, when suddenly I saw the bank was being quietly robbed.
A bank robber had a gun pointed at the ribs of a teller who was assembling a bag full of money. I came up close to be sure of what I was seeing, and also looked around to spot his accomplices. When I was sure of what I had seen, I quietly stepped back from the lines and into the main part of the bank, to tell management a robbery was taking place and to get the police.
I then began moving people in the main part of the branch to a safer location and then went back and moved people out of the back of the lines, and once out of ear shot of the robbers, told them what was happening.
I seem to recall also trying to get a device to the teller to put into the bag that would explode in green dye after the robbers left with the money in case they got away from the police.
It was dramatic and the scene was coming to a major climax when suddenly my beautiful wife Anne's snoring awakened me. So never will I know what happened next, but how wonderful it was to find myself next to Anne at 3:40 in the morning.
Dick
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