I was with a bunch of natives who were trying to move to another end of a large lake. Others had gone without them and I had to explain to the few left that we could make it in one night in canoes. The river was very large, and there was a large wide corner of it we went around.
I was in some store, i was in the middle of a very tall and very long aiosle. I was explaining to sameone how everywhere there was to look, there were cats on the shelzes rather than products to buy. I got dragged trough this aiole by mom as I grabbed at the walls of cats. I ended up in another aisle that hwas just as large. It was covered in more normal things though. Two undecover cops grabbed me when they saw me trying a bunch of pairs of gloves out, and stuffing 3 of them in my pocket while wearing the fourth. One soulded like a Brittish Joe Pesci, and the other loobed and sounded a bit like that shitty martial artist actor with the ponytail that is good at neither, whose name escapes me. They just pulled me aside, and started questining me. Trying to figure out how well my gloves fit and what sizemy hands were based on my personality.
The brit assumed I had short fingers and small hands like him and wanted rough short and tight leather gloves, and that I wanted to help people but went about it wrong. I told him I wasn’t a Britt Asshole like him. The other guy said I didn’t care about anything, and that the gloves fit more like he’d want- long and comfortable. When they grabbed me aside, I had 1 of each type on my hands. After dalking to them Ithew the other long comfy one on. The Pesci guy started playing with some weird metal brush.