cars, LSD, and the dream police
Another car dream. Lake Shore Drive, Chicago. I am with someone and drop them off, and then have to pull over, but there isn’t any place to do that (if you’ve ever been on LSD, you know what I’m talking about…) so I pull over off to the side, where there seems to be some sort of shoulder area. Of course, I don’t realize it’s a sidewalk until a car pulls up to me with an emblem on the passenger side door; an emblem that says I’m in a lot of trouble. Inside, I’m wondering where my friend is, and worry that I’ll be gone when he gets back. The police officer gets out of the car and tells me I’m on the sidewalk and that my car is going to have to be towed now. I don’t know what to do so I go into a crying fit like I’m a teenager again, and the whole time I’m thinking “I can’t believe I’m trying to manipulate him like this, it must be obvious it’s not real,” but it works and he gives me a warning.
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