I had a horrendous dream last. I-was( a) committing petty theft and (b) the victims were very good friends of ours.
The husband in real life is suffering prostate cancer and gravely ill.
In the dream my wife and I popped round for a cuppa and see how our friends were coping.
On their lounge wall was a small bookcase with rows of miniature spirits bottles on the shelves, in boxes and full from back of shelf to front. I stole a box with Scotch whisky in it and put it in my gilet pocket hanging behind the door. I hate Scotch and only drink Irish whiskey. Later, I had a touch of conscience and replaced it but the theft had already been discovered and the wife became frosty. From then on I accidentally made other goofs. I woke up feeling bad. I don’t steal. Especially from friends who are going through a bad patch and I hate Scotch. Lol.
Wouldn’t call it a nightmare but still find it disturbing.