Dream Journal

I'm driving at night on El Camino along the side of the freeway in Tustin, while at the same time it feels like I'm in the middle of nowhere. I get pulled over by a cop who is on a bike and does not have sirens. He uses a white light to pull me over and asks for my license and registration. I have a shotgun in the passenger seat loaded with the fragrance Philosykos. I shoot the cop with it and take off. He comes back and chases me down. We engage in a gun fight, and the whole thing felt like something out of "No country for old men."