I was with my Russian. We were at a church setting, a gathering, but it was actually at the college I graduated from. There were many people there, and they started to talk about abortion. The people were going to show what abortion actually did the body of the fetus, but my Russian stole the doll from the speaker. He started to run away with it. I ran after him and was yelling at him, my attempt to persuade him to return the doll. I didn’t want him to get arrested for such a thing as stealing a doll. My Russian ignored me but a guard finally did stop him. The guard was standing on a deck that curved around sharply. The guard was holding a paper bag in his hands. The bag had a burger in it, and my Russian finally dropped the toy and he didn’t get arrested for petty theft.
I was with an ex I have known for a long time, the one who likes to collect all sorts of items. The both of us had gone out and stolen a bunch of trinkets. The trinkets were ceramic and metal from different thrift stores. The police became aware of our activities and raided our home. We lived in a nice log cabin in my dream, but in reality neither of us truly has a real home. The cabin was in the woods, and when the police came, we hid in the closet that ended up turning into its own separate house. I put some of the trinkets I found in the green duffle bag I used when I went to Romania. We watched and listened to the police while sneaking around the house. There was a coo coo clock on the wall above the door, one he had collected from Germany. The bird in the clock was making a lot of noise and we were worried because my ex had hidden some things behind the bird and we didn’t want the police to find it. I am not sure if the police found this loot or not but the clock was removed from the wall. I went back to the duffle bag and turned it over, allowing the contents to be dumped onto the floor. I didn’t want to worry about the items anymore but my ex was upset because he didn’t want me to break the items we worked so hard to steal. I told him I needed to take a shower and pack. I started throwing clothes into the duffle bag and he started saying that he should pack too. I took a shower and the police left while I was doing so. I came our of the room and we looked at our disheveled house. we left the house and walked into the woods outside. There were a lot of people around because there was a party so we couldn’t leave in his big silver truck but we sat in it for a little while trying to figure out what to do next. It was dark outside and he wanted to light a large pinecone on fire. The pinecone was the size of a pomello or slightly smaller. The cone was in a state of opening when he lit it on fire. It started to spark like one of those prank candles on a birthday cake. The people around us became upset. I could see our house in the distance from this new light, especially after the people parted a trail leading up to it. A porch light was also on. It was like the crowd of people were asking, “Do you see the light?” After the light completely illuminated our area, I could see my ex had planted the pinecone in a muddy puddle. He put he lit pinecone out by stepping on it and pushing it into the mud.