The Dream

So last night I had a dream... Me and some friends were sitting at an exit to a Nordstroms or something at a table that was being used to pass out samples of something. While sitting there a woman approached us. She was wearing a skirt suit and had a stack of cash in her hands. she walked up to the table and asked us if we were selling something for the store. As she asked she took the stack of cash and put it in a paper box on the table and walked away. I thought for a second then looked at the people i was with at the table and they were as confused as I was. I took the lid of the paper box, put it over the money and walked out the door. I walked to the end of the mall parking lot looking for a cab to get me out of there but there wasn't one. At this point I realized I was dreaming but I was still going to try and keep the money as long as possible. The basic paranoia set in. I was looking around to make sure that there wasn;t anyone looking for me. I made my way through a downtown area and eventually made it down into a maze like subway station. I took the train got off a way down the track then took a cab I had to force fabricate in the dream because I couldn't just hail one. By the time the cab dropped me off it was night. I got out of the cab and looked into the box and noticed that some of the cash was missing. I assumed it was from all of the traveling I was doing to get away. I began walking down the dark street and realized I had no place to live in this dream. I noticed a bald white male coming running toward me. As I looked closer I realized he had knife in his hand. Knowing I was dreaming I knew him stabbing me wouldn't make any difference so I fought him and allowed him to stab me a few times just to see if he would just give up when I didn't die... That didn't happen. As I fought one off another would appear. Soon there were about 4 of them. Usually when I know I am dreaming a have the ability to fly. In this dream I could only jump about 10 feet off of the ground and and only sustain flight for about 15-20 feet. I think it was from all of the stabbing. I fought them for about 20 minutes all whilst holding the box under my left arm. I don't think i was fighting as much as just evading the knives. The whole time I could feel the box becoming lighter and lighter. when it felt too light I gave up and stood there while they were stabbing me... not dying or in alot of pain but it definitly wasn't pleasent. I opened the box and it was near empty... then I woke up.