December 5, 2001
There was a group of us that were undercover police force. We would go to this restaurant every day and sit at their tables and mingle among them. We were the good guys and they knew it. They would always talk to us with a front of friendliness, while at the same time working to press us into taking bribes, to suck up, to join them in their evil ways. They were like gangsters, murderers and thieves. They love their own. Our sole purpose was to gather proof, so they could be attacked by our police force and be put out of business.
It seemed like every time we went in there, they knew who we were. They thought that their ways were hidden from us, but we knew they were thieves, etc. They thought we were dumb to their real purpose. It was a front they worked behind.
the dream changed -
We were in a vehicle and it was moving. The time had come. I don't know who was driving the vehicle, I couldn't see him. We were all kind of on edge, trying to comfort one another. The vehicle was moving to the battle, the confrontation. We all knew our lives were on the line.
I remember I was trying to be brave and muster up courage. I turned to the one next to me and said, "You know ... this is why we signed up"... the dream ended.
Branch
