I rarely ever remember my dreams, but this one I remembered....
somehow, I got money, so I bought a new Dodge Charger. As I'm driving thru Oakland with my potna I'm showing off and doing donuts & peeling off every few blocks. well eventually I'm on a main street and the boegs pull up next to me. Its a red light. I decide to fuck with them. I start hella revving my engine like I'm trying to race them, and the cop starts getting ready like he's about to have a high speed persuit. the light turns green and I step on the gas all the way to the floor, but leave the car in neutral and start laughing. I then start to go way below the speed limit, and the cop pulls me over. my friend is hella nervous, but not nervous enough to stop eating the burger king that just magically appeared (hey, its a dream). the cop comes up to the window and I ask him why he pulled me over. he said for racing. "oh racing? how fast was I going?" "approx. 18 miles per hour" I bust up laughing, my friend is still nervous. I ask whats the speed limit. he says 30 miles per hour. "so who was I racing?" and the officer looks at me with a stern face and says "ME!" I think he got confused by the racing stripe...so he starts leaning in the car saying he needs to search the car and I somehow convince him not to. I also get out of the car so he can stop leaning on my car trying to fuck up the paint job. as I'm telling him how dumb he is for pulling me over I decide I need to make a complaint. he keeps telling me to just wait for his back-up. "is your back-up a senior officer?" "no" "I suggest you call one" "no" "then I'll just write a complaint, I'll start writing it as we wait for the back-up, have any complaint forms?" "yes" (again, its a dream, I know no such thing exists) the officer then goes to his car, which is now kind of in the middle of the street he gets the forms and starts walking back towards me....and I watch as his police car continues to roll away. I point to it and as he turns around the squad car slams into another car! as I'm laughing I say "do you wanna let me go now?" and he still says no....was still laughing and woke up.
maybe I'm the only one who'll find it funny. but fuck it. its hella fucking early, and I can't go back to sleep. :ermm:
somehow, I got money, so I bought a new Dodge Charger. As I'm driving thru Oakland with my potna I'm showing off and doing donuts & peeling off every few blocks. well eventually I'm on a main street and the boegs pull up next to me. Its a red light. I decide to fuck with them. I start hella revving my engine like I'm trying to race them, and the cop starts getting ready like he's about to have a high speed persuit. the light turns green and I step on the gas all the way to the floor, but leave the car in neutral and start laughing. I then start to go way below the speed limit, and the cop pulls me over. my friend is hella nervous, but not nervous enough to stop eating the burger king that just magically appeared (hey, its a dream). the cop comes up to the window and I ask him why he pulled me over. he said for racing. "oh racing? how fast was I going?" "approx. 18 miles per hour" I bust up laughing, my friend is still nervous. I ask whats the speed limit. he says 30 miles per hour. "so who was I racing?" and the officer looks at me with a stern face and says "ME!" I think he got confused by the racing stripe...so he starts leaning in the car saying he needs to search the car and I somehow convince him not to. I also get out of the car so he can stop leaning on my car trying to fuck up the paint job. as I'm telling him how dumb he is for pulling me over I decide I need to make a complaint. he keeps telling me to just wait for his back-up. "is your back-up a senior officer?" "no" "I suggest you call one" "no" "then I'll just write a complaint, I'll start writing it as we wait for the back-up, have any complaint forms?" "yes" (again, its a dream, I know no such thing exists) the officer then goes to his car, which is now kind of in the middle of the street he gets the forms and starts walking back towards me....and I watch as his police car continues to roll away. I point to it and as he turns around the squad car slams into another car! as I'm laughing I say "do you wanna let me go now?" and he still says no....was still laughing and woke up.
maybe I'm the only one who'll find it funny. but fuck it. its hella fucking early, and I can't go back to sleep. :ermm:
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