Dreaming about shopping? Really? Part 2 of 3
Monday, August 31st, 2009At some point I’m driving… and driving… and suddenly through a series of winding tunnels through some mountain ranges. That’s fine. It’s getting dark and I keep trying to figure out when a good time would be to turn on my headlights. At the end of one tunnel I slow down because I’m staring down a car in the wrong lane. Apparently there was a sharp turn immediately out of the tunnel… and they needed to get into my lane to make it around because that car had a trailer attached. I didn’t understand it because if they went wide (in their own lane) they would have been just fine since the sharp turn was to my right.
Immediately leaving this tunnel I’m suddenly parked at the side of the road. Everyone’s milling around, and all of a sudden we’re being yelled at by law enforcement to get down so everyone drops to the ground face-down. People start getting up, I join them, go turn my car off and grab the keys. We’re all being patted down for some reason, I’m worrying about the knife I hold inside my wallet but that gets overlooked.
Somehow I’m in America and am getting this shotgun approach to questioning. Part of which included someone yelling random numbers at me and when I got confused it was explained I was supposed to add these numbers up in my head and yell back an answer. I was made fun of because as a Canadian we don’t do this apparently.