Composting Criminals

I walk through the front door of the diner. Inside is dimly lit, there is crimson carpeting with blue diamonds. Ahead of me is the Matradee who is a red hair woman in a black uniform. This place is a mix between fancy and country diner. I say hello because I work here and then I head for the kitchen. Before I can reach the kitchen I run into Her, the same Green Eyed girl from an earlier dream. She is a waitress here. She smiles that brilliant smile I love. We have been flirting for weeks now and I keep giving her small presents. She is a girl of simple tastes preferring jeans and a sweater than fancy clothing. I begin my day with cooking but soon I have to empty the trash. I grab the bucket and bring it out to the trash shed which is a small outhouse looking shed with a hole in the ground where we compost our trash. There are two feet of ground within the shed so that you don't fall into the hole. Standing there I notice a small four inch piece of re-bar sitting on the edge, I pick it up intending to throw it in when all of a sudden I hear screaming and glass breaking. Rushing back to the diner I bust in through the back door. There is a single man standing on a table holding an AK47 threatening all the patrons. He is demanding to know who is in charge, I calmly walk forward. "I am but do not shoot. I can get you whatever it is that you need" He jumps down and rushes over to me, "I threw something very valuable in the trash earlier this morning but now there is no trash in the bucket. Where did it go!?" In response "I brought it to the compost hole...I can show you where it is" "Bring me to it! And do not call the police or I will kill this man!" So i walk ahead of him, I can tell he is keeping the gun between us. As we reach the shed, I open the door which brings me shoulder to shoulder with the gunman. He shifts his attention away from me to the hole, and so I pull the four inch re-bar from my pocket and slam it into his wrist causing him to drop the gun. I then ram it into the side of his head dropping him into a heap on the ground. He is moaning and groaning. I toss the gun ten feet away, and roll him into the compost hole. It is forty feet deep, and only three-fourths full. He lands on the stinking pile but cannot reach the edge of the hole. I walk back to the diner and phone the police, everyone thanks me and business goes on as usual. Green Eyes walks over to me and holds my hand while we wait for the police to show.