Firstly the weirdest thing about the dream was the color palate — kinda pastel thing going on. Anyways, I barely remember anything about it aside from several things.
Time to make a LIST! (said like Jon Lovitz)

1. I road a red scooter that kept changing how old it was. It was brand knew one minute, thirty years old the next and vice versa.

2. I had a backpack with me.

3. I ate a sandwich while driving my scooter.

4. I ate that sandwich at the moment I stumbled across the street where the former homes of the Flintstones and several other old shows had been sold to real people and they were living in them now — and they painted them all normal colors making it seem really fucking weird.

5. My dad repeatedly called me telling me to be careful.

6. I believe my destination was 7/11.

7. I got pulled over and didn’t have my license with me.

8. Officer made me call my dad, grabbed the phone and yelled something borderline rapey, and hung up.

9. The result of the traffic stop was the officer’s secretary (literally at a DESK on the side of the road) grabbing me the paperwork to replace my lost driver’s license.

10. I remember this feeling that I hated everything about myself, maybe that is actually how I feel, and riding my scooter was that moment during the day/week where I felt free. Which is definitely a similar feeling to what I get when I ride my bike since I started riding vaguely regularly three years or so ago. Something freeing about bike riding, especially when you get to have that City Of Angels moment when you are just gliding down a hill letting the world envelop you — letting the world take you in. OH RIGHT! The City Of Angels moment stops before she gets #SPOILERALERT killed in a car v bike accident (maybe this stupid bitch should keep her hands on her handle bars and her eyes on the road, am I right?!)

That is the entirety of the things I remember. And looking back I don’t think that guy was actually a cop. I think he just wanted to yell something rapey into a phone.