In my dream I’m in an institution, school, or something of the sort. I’m in a very nice and large city and it’s got tall skyscrapers so I and my group of friends are professional criminals and we capture $50k from someone. They come looking for us. We hide in a cellar that is an underground gym, with plenty of lights and new equipment. The theme of the equipment is red. My thief group is two women two men and myself. There’s a back door to the cellar. Every time I open the back door the location changes to a different destination. Unfortunately we are discovered while hiding in the cellar so I in my mind reset the dream. We are discovered again and everyone is captured. Disheartening. So I go out the back door and now I’m younger. I’m running around a village with young kids and there’s a fair going on. In this fair they have started to use rupees and and “bolshevs” a currency I’ve never heard of to do business. I only have dollars but I want to buy a watermelon. Well I talk with the owner of the store and since they don’t take dollars we have to do a currency exchange. He isn’t sure if the currency and neither am I. His young so who is under 8 same as me helps with a calculator. We go back and forth on the price and it goes from as high as $4000 to as low as $1. I pay less than $1 for the watermelon. I walk out of that shop and I see where a man is confused about himself for something this girl said to him so he is now getting a lobotomy and the surgeons are getting ready to cut his skill with that round razor tool. White guy with glasses and the girl she’s black.