Encounter with the Police

I had a dream I was running from the police for some reason, I can't remember why. I know I had a handcuff key in my right hand and a couple of manuals in my arm. Maybe I was trying to break someone out of jail or something. Anyway, I was running around with my visiting teaching companion, and one policeman got us in a big conference room. There was a big table and lots of chairs between us. He was focused on me, like he knew I had the handcuff key or something. He tried shooting me with his taser a few times, but I was too far away, even with the little wires that shoot out of the taser. Finally he got me, but it really didn't hurt. In fact, I could barely feel it. While I was being tased, my visiting teaching companion escaped out of the room and down to a lower level of the building. I also managed to put the handcuff key in my pocket, hoping it wouldn't be found. I don't think it was the policeman talked to me for a minute, then was ready to let me go. And that's when he started hitting on me. He asked if he could see me in December to go to a promenade. At first I was confused, then realized what he was asking me. I told him he'd see me in court if this incident led to a hearing, but I don't know if I'd see him again outside of that. He didn't seem too let down, and even still had some hope that I'd change my mind and go out with him. I went off to find my visiting teaching companion. She had been attacked with water balloons filled with paint, but had either dodged them all or was already cleaned up. We walked through the mall, hoping we would blend in enough with everyone else there to get to where we wanted to go.