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DREAM JOURNAL #1
Bought a Fiat 500 and it turned into a clown car with no roof. I drove at midnight, turned onto a remote road and was immediately pulled over by a SWAT van. A cop walked up to my tiny car and asked, “Did you drop a napkin, sir?” I said “Not that I know of…” “No? You didn’t drop a napkin with meth in it?” And the cop pulled a pea-sized baggie of meth out of a wadded up napkin. “Noooo! No, hell no.” “Ok sir, well we just saw this on the road as you drove by. We aren’t saying it’s yours but we have to cover all bases. I’m sure you understand.” “Yes, of course, do what you need to.” The officer walked around to the front of my clown car and grabbed my right hand around the wrist. He pulled it close to his torso and stuck my pointer finger with a diabetes lancet. He took a cartridge, with my blood in it, out of the pricker and replaced it with a new one. He pricked my finger again, right next to the other spot. Swapped the blood cartridge and grabbed my right knee and pricked it two times as well. Then he walked back to his van, opened the side door, and I got out of my car and sat down in the van, to be taken away.
