Woman, male acquaintance, and cop are hired to rob a (place with lots of money and lots of customers). Woman realizes they're being set up for a double-cross, but can't figure out a way for them to get the money without getting caught, but they're trapped into having to go. Somehow she was going to be caught. She wants the money to leave her husband.

She comes up with a plan to go there with her cat, so the gunman can pretend to threaten her cat if she doesn't do what he wants.

They're there, and her husband comes in. Turns out he was the one hired to do something that would get in their way (though neither of them knew it). He sees the cat doing something he'd threatened it over earlier, and points the gun at it. She lunges and knocks him down. He fires but the cat escapes, and she's so angry that she knocks him unconscious or otherwise severely injures him.

He comes to and says that he hasn't told her "what he did for them yet." Something about putting a substance in the coffee vending at a major stock trading firm that will disable the traders, along with a program in the system that will skew which stocks are valuable.

The police come, the would-be robbers are heroes, they send a message to warn the traders about the coffee but still buy the right stocks (Pickles? Something about encouraging healthy, responsible stocks and not evil ones), so when the stock market goes crazy, they end up wealthy anyway.



"Like a fat little iguana"
"I thought that too--except a larger iguana! But I thought you'd mind my saying it."

In the dream, I thought this was a fantastic movie, so maybe it would translate to a good story? Or maybe not.

She apologized first, because he was the first guy who'd been interested in a really long time and she was out-of-practice but eager but afraid she'd mess it up but--. She inhaled. she'd done it with dozens of guys before, yes, and girls too, but that was when she was young and strong and believed she was invincible. It only took one really bad experience to set her straight about that. So she made sure he understood, and he said he did and no, he didn't want anyone else, just her, so she strapped him into the little chair and adjusted the crown for him and then lay back on her own cot, which used to be for clients but had become just for sleeping for the last--

Inspiration: Oh, a dream I had.
Story Potential: Low. Not too original, kinda 60s.
Notes: And no, this isn't about sex. It's some kind of mental sharing thing. I guess the question here is why her in specific?

The music led her on, beckoning her to a place of joy and celebration, and she danced. The bells around her ankles jingled, and she laughed to hear the music as she headed to the parade, and she danced. She danced and she danced and the drums grew louder, their percussion rattling so fast it sounded like growling, and she danced. She danced and danced until she stepped wrong and fell and caught herself with her hands. She'd been dancing so long that her weariness had made her fall. She felt asphalt under her hands instead of grass, and that wasn't right. She looked up and the sky was a hazy yellow of an overcast cloudy city night instead of the brilliant blue of a country morning. Strobing lights made her blink and put up a hand to cover her eyes.

Inspiration: Pandora's "Jazz Holidays" station.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: And--for some reason, she's amazingly good at not being killed when she's dancing in this trance state. Which could be useful for many things. So she wakes up on an interstate, and then--it could be an okay story, but I've got better ideas.