I used to have dreams in which I could fly, or I was Han Solo, or where mutant monsters escaped from their sealed containment units and were tearing the flesh off of myself and my fellow scientists.

The fantasy dreams were fantastic.

The nightmares were terrifying.

Last night I had a different kind of dream.  I dreamed I was pulled over by a policeman for speeding.  The policeman took me to his station and made some phone calls.  The policeman told me I was going to have to pay a 250 dollar ticket.  A speeding ticket.  Because I was speeding, which I admit, I was.

I started crying.  Not because of the ticket itself, but because…  this is really embarrassing .  I told the police officer that I had just received notification from my insurance company saying that I had achieved the highest level of discount due to my excellent driving record.  This ticket, should he actually bestow it upon me, would wreck my excellent driving record.

He said I probably should have thought of that before I drove 90 MPH on an exit ramp.  It was hard to argue.

I woke up really upset.  I have to go clean the filters of my Dyson vacuum cleaner now.