This is my dream last night which i deliriously wrote down at 3am on my phone. (unedited):
Managed a place w/ big boilers. Was some sort of undercover agent where I had to break policy a lot in order to get information. One day a man got killed because I opened an emergency door trying to conceal my identity and attaining info. An investigator came in and was solving the case of who opened the door. 'Who's lying about opening this door?' There were 3 of us. The other guys weren't handling the heat very well and were giving off signs of lying. I wasn't. He asked me if I put my hands in my pockets, the other guys were. Nervous reaction to lying. He checked our mouth pieces for nervous chewing, (yes, we were wearing mine was nearly unchewed; the others' were mangled. He asked everyone a few questions out in the open and wrote a few things down on his clipboard. His mind was stirring and he seemed to think it was one of the other guys. All of a sudden, he turns to me and asks for my mouth piece. ...He then put my mouth piece in my mouth himself, at a slightly odd angle which cause me a lot of pain behind my top front teeth. I jumped and said 'ow' then he said 'aha!' 'I knew it was you!' I tried to be calm and react like I was innocent, but in reality I was making myself look more guilty. I walked away (we weren't locked in a room. Out in the open) thinking of how to react if I were in fact innocent. I realized it wudnt look good if I was calm so I went back to him calmly and said 'oh, you're serious?' (Trying to make him think my non reaction earlier was due to thinking he was joking.) He didn't respond and continued completing the paperwork on 'who done it.' I thought it'd be a good idea to react like I was being wronged so I threw a big fit, grabbed his clipboard, and was ranting in disbelief with tears flowing. (I actually felt tears on my face. They didn't alter my vision though.) ... Before the tears I was in his ear telling him he had no idea what he was talking about. "How the heck do you get that I'm guilty by putting my mouth piece in?!? He was calm as collective as he was continually building his case against me. I took the paper w/ the 3 of our names of signs we were giving off and the conclusion of me being the corporal. I wadded it up better and harder than I've wadded up anything in my life w/ hopes to erase what had just unfolded. I had the wadded truth ball in my hand and someone yelled, "NO!!! Don't do it Nate!" I took one big step and threw the wad as far as I cud in a room that looked a lot like an old movie theatre w/ rows and rows of those wooden-backed seats. (I have no idea what that big open room w/ those seats was for.)...I knew I was had and was furiously sobbing because there's no way that I've been caught. I was screwed and although I was an undercover agent, I think it was for a private organization, not the police which meant that I was going to jail. I was breaking down, fully showing my guilt, proving the (boondock saints-like investigator. The original) was dead on. I collapsed on the floor in front of everyone w/ a clipboard in hand and tears on my face. Then I woke up...
