Dreamed that I was part of a trio who was pulling off an armed crime. We went into a building where they were doing a play of Game of Thrones. I went in pretending to be an innocent by-stander and was invited upstairs into the room that they had made the sept of baylor. The high septon invited me to pray and I started by tracing a seven pointed star in the air (congruent with the storyline of the religion in the song of ice and fire books). He began worshiping this little doll who represented the crone I think.
Next all I remember is rushing in the building with my team, which included another man, who was the mastermind and a women. I don't know what we were trying to steal...
My sisters were in the performance and at one point I watch them do a choreographed dance/gymnastic number. Siri was the front woman of the performance and was doing all these super complex gymnastic/break dance moves.
Next part I remember the team of three henchmen is jumping out of a plane and we land on a bridge w/o parachutes but are totally fine. At this point I'm watching from the third person. I hear my real life uncle gary and aunt natalie talking about the dream from the third person perspective and they are saying, "Wow! Ben (their son) got cast in a great part!" They are refering to him playing the part that I was playing. The character does look like him. At this point the characters looks super crude CGI.
Next they/we are back in the building and the scheme is messed up. We split up to run for it. I go out a second story window and on to a metal corragated roof. It's raining. The roof is slanted. I see a ladder on one part but the only way to get there is to slide down the roof. At this point I have a facemask on (though I still look like CGI) and the mask is shifting rainbow blotches. I start sliding down the roof and trying to slow my momentum but it seems like I'm gonna fall off. At the last second I whip out a pair of pliers and grab the edge of the roof and slow myself. Close call.
Then I work my way over sideways to the ladder which has been cut but I can still get to it. I get down to the ground and the cops catch me. I play innocent and they know that I was involved but no to the extent that I was involved. They start asking me questions. I'm being vague but one of my answers leads them to realize who I was working for. They say the name: Slim. Something Slim.