Last night I dreamed of a modern day Robin Hood. I don’t recall all of those that he helped except one. A young mother was living in an abandoned building with her three young kids. Robin Hood had used said building as a hang out in his daily routine. He wasn’t expecting to see children. He wasn’t prepared for their innocence or inviting him into conversation. He stole a pillow from the only bed in the room and left a different way. When he encountered the young mother he dropped the pillow and ran away.
The next day he carried two grocery bags to the outside of the room that contained the bed. He knocked on the door and hid behind a pillar to watch the mother retrieve the two bags full of peanut butter, bread, jam and at least one butter knife, some napkins and small paper plates.
Later he brought two garbage bags filled with bedding and clothes. Again he stood by and watched. He had never been a criminal but had been mischievous – and perhaps was being mischievous in a much different way. He liked it. He started doing good for others. I don’t remember any details. I thought it odd that I had dreamed it. And perhaps just as odd that I'm sharing it.
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