Vandalized Hearts

I dreamed a friend and I vandalized a convenient store. I didn’t really want to, but I had so much pent up anger I gave in to my friend’s demands. We broke the glass in the windows and freezer doors with wrenches. As we left, I spotted a car I thought was a cop car, but then told myself it wasn’t. After we drove off, the lights came on. My gut was right. The cops chased us down on the freeway and arrested us. As they handcuffed me, the weight of my actions hit me. I felt so bad I was in tears. One cop grumbled about how he can’t stand these cheap criminals. The other asked why I was crying. I said, “I had a perfectly clean record.” She replied, “Life isn’t about being perfect.”