So I had this dream last night, spend the last half hour typing it up in notepad, and I'll probably spend like another ten here sorting out eh formatting issues that entails.
Heavily influenced by APB
Driving around with 2 other guys, doing some gang tasks.
Chatting and joking, all that.
We call up a French racecar driver who we heard about on the radio, turns out that it was his cars we've been destroying.
We destroy another of his cars, and drive off to some fuel station to destroy an ATM machine that got involved in something with gangs and fake money.
When I burned it I bust into the store to steal food(at this point I became slightly lucid, because my thought process here was all about getting theshort term satisfaction of tasting food while in a dream.)
As soon as I got inside, I was greeted by a shelf of "munchies" which were basically pringles but the tubes are in block colours with the flavour printed on. I remember these from a dream earlier on, or maybe some of this dream I don't remember too well, and I remember thinking that that was probably something to do with dreams being simpler when it comes to detail.
I started looking out for sweets, but what I thought were sweets were actually nuts. Sneaking down the aisle I found a biscuit display and I at a couple of these HUGE Jaffa Cakes, they had a silly name printed on the nametag underneath but I don't remember what that was. They were delicious anyway. I ate like, two whole ones.
I was sneaking back around when If found the sweets aisle and grabbed a load of what were not dissimilar looking to midget gems, then I heard another guy creeping around. He wasn't police, because police have to announce their prescence. This guy was probably just raiding the shop, like me.I called out and he was friendly, so I countinued making my way to the back door (which is how I got in), when this guy goes right on and spotted by an approaching douchebag policeman.
The policeman is distracted arresting this guy at the front door, so I leave for the back. As I'm circling around the back, one of the guys on the mission with me (the other passenger) came out to meet me, when the policeman came out onto the decking on the back and asked if we had any right to be here.
My gangmate was silently urging me to show my fake police license, but I thought better of it. He questioned us some more and said he'd have to search us before letting us go. He asked if we had anything to declare, and I said; "No, but our friend over here *gesture to driver's seat* is a racecar driver!", which was true, that's why we called up the French one earlier.
The cop obviously recognises the guy from a regional race or something, and goes off to give him a slightly preferencially non-invasive search first, so I jump into the car and throw in the packers of Munchies from my jacket pocet first of all (there were 4 green and one brown), then putting the sweets in a deeper pocket and sitting on them.
Our driver must have calmed the policeman down because when he got to me I just got a half-assed patdown before he flicked me on the face and just laughed at me trying to not punch him in irritation. Then he starts calling me names and the driver comes out and stands between us, then challenged the cop to lay off.
From here, my view completely shifted from being a me to just being a big partially coloured manga strip of the two of them fighting. At this point, I note that the driver looks like Will Smith but with brown straight hair (Actually, he might have not been the driver because I remember the driver before being a fat middle-aged white man. It could have been the other passenger either). Then it ended up with a big square picture of Will Smith superimposed on my vision, and "
The Coolkid of Bel Air" playing in my head as well as the distinctive taste of Jaffa Cakes pretty much overwhelming my senses for the 5 or so seconds it took for me to wake up.