Wednesday, June 4th

I was going shopping. I had a list of things to buy and was taking a taxi.

I hailed a taxi and one pulled up next to me. There was a man and his sister driving. Well, the sister was just sitting passenger side.

The driver asked if I'd mind if he dropped his sister off at the store before he took me to my store. I said that'd be fine.

We dropped the woman off and the taxi driver parked to wait for her. I got uncomfortable because I wanted to get where I was going.
"Relax," he said, as he poked me in the stomach. "What do you have down there? Your head?"
What he had actually felt when he had poked me was the little money belt that I was wearing underneath my shirt.
I got really nervous. I didn't want him to know how much money I had.
"Let me see it," he said.
"No," I said. I kept talking to him as I pushed it down, underneath the waistband of my pants.

"We'll need to talk," he said. He got his cell phone out and called his sister. He gave her a whole list of extra things to get so that she'd stay in the store longer. Apparently he wanted to talk one on one.

He took of his shirt and got ready for the conversation. At that moment, a man and his wife knocked on the passenger side window. They were wondering if the taxi was available. When the man looked in and saw the taxi driver without his shirt on, he got really angry.

The taxi drive was thrown in jail. I ran out and talked to people, told them what had happened and tried to get them excited about graduation.

Side Note: Words had interesting abilities in this dream--certain words, for instance, made other things happen. Some would pull, others push, others grab or throw. Everything made something happen.