The dirt path is bordered by thick, 4' high vegetation on both sides. I'm riding my bike along the path, turn a corner and there's a group of 20-something guys sitting along the path, shooting the breeze. I say 'hi', they say 'hi', I dismount, pick up my bike and weave my way through them. Just beyond where they're sitting, their bikes are strewn along the path. Weird bikes: all pink, all plastic, with small oval-shaped balloon wheels.
I continue riding down the path, which comes to an abrupt end at a closed door. The door opens into a middle school. Upon entering the building I find 3 teachers and 2 policemen standing around a table, studying and discussing some papers that are lying on the table. I pause at the table and ask for directions to wherever it is I'm going.
All this time I'm carrying a stack of paperwork, applications for something unknown from people unknown. I'm supposed to deliver them. Somewhere. One of the teachers makes a grab for the apps and I slap her hand. Then, one of the policemen makes a grab and succeeds in getting the top sheet of paper - which is all beat to hell and ripped in half diagonally. I grab the paper back and chide the officer, tapping him on the chest and saying, 'Serve and protect. Serve and protect.'
I wake up. The apps never got delivered and frankly, Charlotte, I don't give a damn.
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