Dream 1,2015 "Good Cop... Good Cop."
Dream #1. In this first dream, I had done
something bad. It was also illegal, so I called the police to turn myself in.
It didn’t take long for the police to get to the mall I was at and put me in
handcuffs. I remember feeling claustrophobic wearing the handcuffs. The police
were very pleasant, and they both knew who I was. They took me to their car and sat me in
the front seat, being extra polite because they were not willingly bringing me in.
I was going away for what would be, for me, a long time–about 7 years. They put me in the front passenger seat. I began to try and console the cop in the back seat, so I petted his left leg while I was still cuffed. He didn’t seem to mind.
I was going away for what would be, for me, a long time–about 7 years. They put me in the front passenger seat. I began to try and console the cop in the back seat, so I petted his left leg while I was still cuffed. He didn’t seem to mind.
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