Oatmeal Joey Arnold (@JoeyArnoldVN)

FBI agent said I did a crime and that I couldn't get away. I assume he was FBI or at least a murder investigator or cop or something. He was in a suit and tie. I was looking through lockers which reminds me of how you can look through different accounts or profiles or pages or websites on social media sites like Facebook, etc. But in this dream, it was a series of lockers which were all rolled into one. Like think a closet with hangers but a roll or lockers. Think like when you are at Fred Meyer's in Cornelius, Oregon or other similar stores like Walmart and you look through a series of posters. They are on this thing and you can flip through them. I was flipping through lockers. There was a line of lockers and I was just at one. It started off as if I was just at my locker. This might have been at a high school but I feel like it was not my high school. I feel like it was high school and not college. We were outside in the parking lot which felt like my high school, FGHS, but it was not my school. But the parking lot was my school. Like they moved the parking lot to another school. But maybe not as it was probably not my parking lot or school. People and teenagers and kids were walking back and forth to and from school. I looked and saw the lockers of a few guys and girls. But nobody I recognized. There were a few girls or at least one girl who might have been a blond. I might have liked the girls and this feels like a continuation of dreams I've had in the past. So, I thought a little or a lot about the different people, the boys and the girls. I saw different things in the lockers but hard to describe, like books, jackets, clothes, paper, stickers, pictures, random things you find in lockers. But then the agent looked at me like I said and wanted to know what I was doing and said I did a crime and that I would go to prison. I tried lying or whatever by saying I was trying to find something that was mine like maybe a girl borrowed my Biology textbook or maybe a notebook or backpack or pen. I don't think I was trying to lie or that I was lying at all but I felt like he wouldn't believe me. I only remember seeing one agent. So, the agent was staring at me and I tried to turn the station. I tried to teleport away. I tried to ignore him. I tried finding a way to make him disappear. I tried to disappear. I tried making the situation go away. I wanted a reset button. I want to find a way out. I tried different things. I considered walking away. It felt like I couldn't get away. He made me feel like I was the bad guy even tho I did nothing wrong. And then after all of that trying to get away, I woke up and I was so happy I woke up because I felt like I was going to die in prison for nothing. I didn't do anything and he was going to lock me away for life.