Dream Journal 2020-03-30: Tire Police
Let’s start this dream off with the bad news: I waited a little too long to write down my skeleton outline for this dream and I forgot most of the cool places I visited. But good news it that I still have enough of a memory to write up a dream!
At the start of the dream, I park my car in a small public parking lot on a clear morning. I set off on foot to visit people and places and spend the better part of a day shopping and talking to people. Everything is pleasant and going well (as best I can remember, anyway) but we’re gonna have to estimate that part of the dream because the general emotional feeling of those events are all that I have left right now.
When I get back to my car, there’s something under the windshield wiper. No, it’s not an advertisement for some local kid’s noise band; it is a citation issued by the police. But the citation on my windshield is neither a parking nor moving violation, It just says “LOW TIRE CITATION” and then lists a payoff amount for 3 bucks and some change.
My tires aren’t even low! Truly this is some next level code-enforcement pettiness. But my brother appears by my side and comes to my rescue.
He looks at the citation and hands it back to me. “You don’t have to pay these,” he tells me. “They don’t stand up in court and the city just uses them to get money from people.”
“But it’s only about $3!” I say, irked that there is now an obstacle between me and a clean driving record.
“Seriously, though,” he tells me. “Don’t pay it. It’ll go away on it’s own.”
And he was right. I woke up shortly thereafter, and didn’t have to deal with that citation anymore. Thanks, dude!
Header image by Ian Hurley of the Pacific Standard