The German Police are lurking!

Now this dream didn’t make major sense at all!

I was in a little car, maybe a mini, with Reagan and Andi and some other dude that i can’t remember and we were driving to see my new flat. Reagan was driving which was odd because i’ve never been in a car with him driving. We were bimbling along and i started to think that reagan was driving very fast indeed and i started to worry. I told him to slow down but he protested something about how everyone drove really fast in South Africa and it was ok.

Anyway we had to park in a multi-storey car park at my new flat but when we went in, reagan started driving up one of the ramps that were meant for coming down! I yelled at him and told him it was ultra wrong but he said it was fine. For some reason, the down ramps were much steeper than the up ramps so it was really worrying. He was going too fast and we caught the side of the car on one side of the ramp and started skidding up it sideways.

At the top of the ramp we screeched to a halt and all around us were a load of cars making a “blockade”. It became very apparant to me immediately that these people making the blockade were the under-cover German police force! They were there staking out the car park for some other reason but because of reagan’s terrible disregard for the down ramp, they couldn’t ignore us and our law-breaking. They agreed not to report us to the english police as long as we carried out a punishment that they would devise for reagan. We agreed.

Whilst they were thinking up a suitable punishment, i wandered off down the street trying to call james on my mobile phone to let him know what was happening but i couldn’t get through to him. Later on he called me back and said he was on his way. When he arrived, i met him down near a ‘revolving ice-cream store’. It was a kind of stall, circular in design, which continually revolved to display all of the various ice-creams through the glass counter. The dude behind the counter kept having to walk to stay in one place. The woman next to us asked the guy whether he could revolve slower because she was having difficulty reading the chocolate doughnut menu.

James and I bought revolving ice-creams and started walking back towards the multi-storey car park to find out what the german policemen had decided for reagan. Before we got back to the car we met andi and reagan half way. It turned out that the german policemen had decided that the best punishment for reagan was to make him walk along the street, renumbering each of the houses with a big black marker pen and he was dutifully doing this with some help from andi. I thought about it and decided that yeh, that was a fair enough punishment!?

By this time it was quite late and we ended up having to stay the night in the near-by tree-house village. We sat and watched the sun go down over the king’s castle in the distance where the plumber and his princess lived and i slept on a floating lilo on the lake whilst james slept on a branch of the tree above me in a hammock.

Meanings anyone?