The dream of the thief…

Dreamt I left my purse on a table at the street fair and went back to get it. When I returned, I found a man who looked like Jerry Garcia dressed as a Hell’s Angel with an eyepatch stealing money from me. We started a conversation during which three times he tried to steal my cash and three times I stopped him. each time I caught him he would reply “sorry, I’m just doing my job.” Somehow I ended up walking off with a hundred dollar bill from his wallet. He reminded me a bit of Odin/Mr Wednesday in Neil Gaiman’s American Gods.