lincoln624

So I'm in Vancouver right now, have been for awhile, and will be for another month, I've been sick for the past couple weeks and am just starting to feel better.
So last night I have a dream that I'm on a scavenger hunt or something that's stretching all over the world. And I'm driving to get all of the clues, and my father is placing the clues I think, and I've got three guys in the car with me that I knew kinda in high school. So I'm going from New Mexico to Arizona to get my next clue or whatever, when I get pulled over. And there are like fifty people there to pull me over. I think the cop was teaching a class on how to pull people over, because none of them were wearing cop clothes. They ran our licences, found nothing wrong, and the lead cop found a picture in my car of an old friend of mine, and this cop knew him, so he starts telling all of his students stories about my friend. He has them all in stitches. It's really weird. He knew my friend really well, and I didn't know him at all. He was there and knew all of the stories, but I didn't remember who he was. I didn't mention any of this to the cop. He gave out a warning and let us go.
Huh.