Constitutional Dreaming

I’ve forgotten the first half of the dream already, so I’ll have to pick it up in the middle. The first part had a train ride across town, avoiding traffic congestion, a little playing on the beach (I remember the houses had terraced beaches three stories high which I can’t figure out how that would work now). We’ll pick up the story on the way back home.

I’m returning from a college class (apparently with my son headed to college, that’s my brain’s cue to dream about college). I have some sort of big assignment due tomorrow, my sister and brother-in-law are arriving at 7pm to visit, and I’ve driven to a house to study the design for a home remodeling. Apparently I’m stressed with a lot of stuff to do.

A police officer pulls me over, asks me if I know I was speeding and writes me a ticket. No, I didn’t know, and he asks to look in the trunk of my car. He says we can do this the hard way, or the easy way, and I know he means he’ll simply arrest me if I say no and look in the trunk anyway. I’m thinking about saying no anyway, that this is an unreasonable search for a speeding ticket, but with the schoolwork, remodeling, and family visit, I don’t have time to object. I consent and let him look in the trunk. There’s a set of golf clubs. I apologize for the fire ants crawling all over them.

My son appears, asks me why I let him look in my trunk. And I wake up.