I dreamed that I was a vigilante that in addition to my normal, real life, I hunted down trafficking rings (drugs and people), found their hideouts, and killed everyone there. I was basically the same person as in real life, just I had guns and a desire to kill bad guys (kind of like Dexter. But not as elaborate). So only my friend knew about this. He was a prison warden or some such thing.
One day, after I had played cat and mouse with some criminal, he had escaped and I had chased him to my school, and after I killed him, the police showed up. They saw my guns and the dead man and arrested me. I went to my friend’s jail. I met some friends. But then I remembered that I had some unfinished business. Before I was arrested, the guy I had killed had been part of a larger organization that dealt in girls. From him, I had got the name “Gen Machai” (or something like that. I can’t exactly remember). Gen Machai (or whatever) was a restaurant, presumably a cover for the guy’s organization. The reason I couldn’t let it wait was because a friend of mine had been abducted. So I told the warden, “I have to do something illegal. I’ll come back after I do it.” He understood and let me go. For some reason it was Christmas. The other inmates I had made friends with were opening presents. I dressed in my most inconspicuous clothes (passing over my UW and OT Engineering hoodies) and stuck pistols in my belt and a shotgun under my coat. And then as I walked out the door (the jail was curiously like my house), my alarm woke me up.