The dream begins with myself and my mom in a warehouse.  However, this place was so insanely big that it'd make Sams Club, Walmart and Tractor Supply look like child's play.  Like, it literally had everything that all three stores would have in stock, combined, at the same time, plus a lot more that they wouldn't.  IE, it looked like someone's personal store house.  Rows and rows of shelves and piles and piles of just...things were there.  Some of it included a fully stocked food section filled with food that was, to my surprise, expertly packed as though someone were preparing for the next 9 apocalypses and the next half a dozen Black Friday's.  Like, it was literally insanely packed full of stuff.

In the middle of exploring this, the police and emergency services arrived and found us as mom and I were walking around exploring the place.  At first I was like, "Oh great, they're gonna blame us for this and send us to jail" as though all this crazy hording was somehow illegal.  Instead, they were like, "Oh, you found this too, eh?"  I was quick to point out that none of this was mine, and I didn't know whose it was.  The cops took a brief look at it, then over at us, and soon agreed that "there's no way this could've all been collected on a retiree's pension."  Oh good, we're out of the woods.  "I guess we'll have to investigate this and find out where it came from, and if it was gathered illegally."  Yep, we're going to jail still.  lol.  To my surprise, though, they didn't act like we'd collected all this from illegal income, or stolen it.

In fact, they asked if we'd help with unloading the warehouse and taking it away, of which we gladly agreed.  The thing is, at this point mom disappears and dad shows up.  We then begin pulling things out of the warehouse.  Among the first things to get taken away was a barn heater (it looked and acted like a space heater and a generator had a love child), then we found a literal truck sized portable diesel emergency generator, stacks of big industrial containers, etc.  This eventually led to the discovery of a European emergency vehicle hidden under the pile.  The thing is, it wasn't like an ambulance, or a fire truck, or anything like that.  It was painted like that, but looked more like a van meant to haul stuff with an optional extension on the backside almost like it was meant to haul supplies and be a little supply point out in the field for long term missions or operations in the field.  Like, it looked mint condition as though someone had taken it straight off the lot and parked it.

Others in the warehouse were going around to the big shelves, the supermarket rows, and so on, and grabbing boxes, fruit displays, and all kinda other stuff and slowly walking it out of the building to waiting trucks outside that were going to take them away to be cataloged and processed.  For evidence?  Maybe?  All I know was that it was being taken away and removed from the warehouse, with the end goal of emptying it out, looking for clues of where it came from, maybe who bought it, who owned the building and land, and so on.  The thing is, while the police were there taking away the "evidence", it was not being done in a proper procedural way.  It was more like the Sheriff from Dukes of Hazard had stumbled onto the biggest crime scene of his life, and had called in the local towns folk to help him with something that was WAY outside his capacity to handle.

And the funny part is, the whole time I'm helping them out, I'm quieting thinking in the back of my mind, "I'll gladly help you guys with this as much as I can, so long as you don't blame me for any of this.  So kind of a mild "I'm guilty, but I'm also not guilty, so let's all play nice and pretend it's the latter." ^_^