I remember three parts…
The first part took place on the third floor of a cruise liner. I don’t remember the plot, but my family and my half-sister was there. I had been there before and remember trying to remember the room number.
Later, I remember my dad driving me out to some house and property he bought. There was three days before he officially owned it. The back yard had gravel and looked like a small parking lot. My dad wanted to keep it gravel, but when we got out there, they had just paved it in black top. I asked him why they’d do that.
I remember leaving late for class - German class, I think - and I remember having a 20-min. commute.
It was a gloomy day and I remember trying to fix my clock and change the radio station, etc. by pressing different buttons in my car.
I was so preoccupied with that, I almost ran a light in front of a cop. Later, I missed my exit and ended up driving toward a park with a decorative iron railing on the right.
I knew if I turned left, I could find my way back to SR 161, but missed that, too. I followed some cars to see where the road went, but it dead ended into a walking trail. I turned around and saw a baby tiger or lion. I parked and got out with my camera.
I got some photos of the baby lion, but it walked away. I pet it like a house cat and it started to roar like an adult lion. It didn’t try to bite me, it just continued walking away slowly. It turned into a baby tiger.
I looked to my right and coming up the trail were two adult tigers. So I left it alone and walked to my car.
I don’t know why, but I threw some headphones (nice ones) across the way and it landed on the other side of the road. I picked them up and brought them back to my van.
When I got to my van, I saw policemen searching through it and one even looked at papers and balled them up and threw them in a bag. I told them they had no right to search my vehicle without my consent. They laughed at me and later got in and drove it away.
I walked to the police station nearby and stood in line to speak with someone there about it.
The three people in front of me were led into glass offices.
One of the office associates came back to help me. It was a dark-skinned lady with a short beard.
She gave me the amount of the fees/charges - over $300 for just one. I don’t even remember what the charge was. She would then get part way through looking it up and help others. Finally, a hot guy without a shirt came in and helped look up the rest of the information for me. He handed me two drug-test pee cups that had plastic bags around them and didn’t tell me to use them. He gave me the rest of the information and asked me about Columbus this time a year.
I remember later joking about how everyone is so big into the Buckeyes. I remember also talking about how even on top of these charges, it will cost $109 to get my car out of impound.
While this was going on, one of the associates pointed out the dark tornado cloud forming outside. I didn’t hear any sirens, so I didn’t care. I was explaining that I should not have to pay any of the charges because the cops should have never searched my car.
I ended the dream thinking I could speak with local news places so this doesn’t happen with other people. I said, “Yeah, you should never piss off a journalist.”