Stealing a Police Helicopter

About three weeks ago I had a vivid dream where I unknowingly became involved in the theft of a police helicopter. In the dream, I was hanging out with some shady characters and we stole the chopper together. I flew them around the valley at night and dropped each one of them off above their homes. After I dropped the last one off, I remember thinking that I didn't know how to land the helicopter safely. I flew around the valley at night, went into the northwest and tried to find my house. The valley was gold and sparkling and the dream was awesome.
I eventually shrunk down and entered the home of my "friend," random movie gangster, Frank Vincent. He was sleeping in bed under burgundy sheets while I circled around his white room laughing hysterically to myself. Eventually, Frank woke up and tried to swat me out of the air. I quickly headed out of his bedroom and into a brief maze of narrow halls. I made it to the living room and almost out the front door when the police stopped me, causing me to grow back to my normal size. They falsely arrested me for operating a helicopter under the influence. I stayed quiet and was thankful that they hadn't arrested me for stealing a police helicopter. Eventually, the cops started drinking and partying with Frank and, by now, his girlfriend. We were all sitting in his living room which had many animal pelts hanging from the walls. The police were getting drunk while Frank was telling funny stories and speaking very loudly. I sat in handcuffs, my dark blue jeans, orange pumas, and a gray v-neck t-shirt. As we were about to leave for the police station I pleaded with the cops that they couldn't take me in in their condition. I also explained that I hadn't even been drinking and that they should just keep having a good time with Frank. They agreed with me, gave me the keys to the helicopter (do helicopters even take keys?), and I flew away into the night. I don't really remember what happened after that.