It was night time out, and it was somewhat rainy and I found two white zip ties out on the street. They may have been in or near a garbage can or dumpster. One was about eight inches long and the other was about three. I picked them up and put them in my pocket.
I went into a building close by and went through the hallways until I came to a lit room. The rest of the building seemed to be empty except for this room. I walked in and it looked like the classroom where I had my government class as a senior in high school, but it was setup more like a meeting room at a hotel. It had a buffet of snacks along the back and there were tables setup in the middle of the room with chairs around them. The room had a look of disarray showing that there had been a great deal of activity there earlier, but now there were only about five people in the room.
I recognized one of the people as Benjamin Franklin. He was talking to a taller fellow who was dressed in a black leather jacket, a black teeshirt and black jeans. Franklin was dressed in his typical colonial garb while everyone else was dressed the same way as the other man. Franklin and the other man seemed to be in an intense conversation, but I wasn't paying very close attention to what they were talking about. I did notice that Franklin had a bit of an odd appearance about him. He wasn't so bald on top and his entire presence had a bit of a green hue to him as if he had just stepped off a $100 bill.
I was just walking slowly around the room, looking around at the items on the tables and thinking about the zip ties I had in my pocket. I took them out of my pocket to look at them, and it seemed that there was a sudden burst of activity in the room. I looked around and saw everyone heading for me. They all starting asking me questions about where and how I got them. I could sense that they really wanted them, and I decided to find out why they wanted them so badly and what they would give me in return.
I don't recall actually asking anyone about the zip ties, but Franklin and one or two of the others started explaining it to me. Basically, when one person killed another person, they left behind their age, which took the form of these white zip ties. This age could be added to the killer's current age just by keeping them in their pocket, and it would guarantee the carrier of being able to add those years to their own natural life and live that much longer. For this reason, killing the oldest people they could find was the best for them as it would give them the longest amount of time to live. Evidently they also slowed the aging process a bit, as it turned out that Franklin was the leader of this group, and he was now 303 years old and didn't look a day older than his appearance on the $100 bill.
Somehow during the course of the conversation, I came to realize that the zip ties I had in my hand were worth about 135 years, and because I was the one holding them, then my life would extend by 135 years. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but the others around me seemed convinced that they needed to get me to hand them over to them without trying to make a big deal about them. Rather than handing them over, I somehow managed to leave, although the dream ended as I was doing so.
