Getting A Ticket And Going To Jail And Trying To Get Money To Pay For The Ticket

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I went to bed early last night and I accidentally slept for too long, about ten hours, and so I forgot all of my dreams except for part of one dream.

The dream took place during the day in a fictional small city that was slightly like D, and I was driving in my automobile on a country highway and through some country streets on the out-skirts of the city; and something happened that I can not remember where I was stopped by a police officer who had the color green as part of his uniform, maybe by accident, and I got a ticket that cost about $600 – 800 and I either got arrested or I had to follow the police officer to the jail for small/non-violent crimes.

The small jail was not very secure and it was in the city, and I was taken to see my jail cell which was in a jail suite that had 3 jail cells in it that looked like somewhat big bathroom stalls; each jail cell had a bed, toilet, sink, a sticker-type mirror magnet stuck to the cell/stall door for a mirror since a normal mirror was too dangerous, a blue colored thing that I am guessing held drinking water, and emergency/hospital monitor & IV bag for nutrition if people could not eat or something.

Each jail cell/stall door did not seem to lock but the jail suite door could lock, the jail cell/stall on the left of mine had a woman with dark brownish colored skin with short black colored hair in it & she was hooked up to a hospital/emergency monitor & IV & she looked unconscious and/or sick, an older man with whitish colored skin with a long beard was being taken from the jail cell/stall that was to be mine which was in-between the woman’s jail cell/stall and an empty jail cell/stall I think that looked/felt like someone had died recently in that jail cell/stall, and so it was just the woman and I in our jail suite which had three separate jail cells/stalls.

I was surprised that women and men could share jail suites and I wondered if the woman was dying and I wondered if someone had died in the jail cell/stall to the right of mine, the police officer told me that I could either spend time in jail or I could leave & try to get the money to pay for my ticket; but I only had 24 – 48 hours to pay for my ticket if I left the jail, or I would be arrested & brought back to jail.

I felt that I did not have enough money in my checking account to pay for the ticket and I did not want to be in jail, even though this jail was a lot nicer/safer than any jail that I have seen since it was only for small crimes/non-violent crimes, and so I took a moment sitting in my jail cell/stall and walking around the jail suite trying to decide what to do.

The jail suite door was open and you could walk around the hallways if you wanted to, since it was still day, so the jail was not very secure and it was not even built secure since most of the doors were regular weak doors.

At some point the woman in the jail cell/stall next to mine woke up and she started having a negative reaction, I opened her jail cell/stall door to ask her if she was okay, but she could not talk; and she was having an emergency it seemed and I tried to call out for help.

I decided to go to the lobby to warn the jail workers about her condition and some of them went to check on her, and then I told the other jail workers that I had decided to leave the jail to try to get the money to pay for my ticket; and so they let me go, and now I had 24 – 48 hours to get the money or I would have to go back to jail.

I remember walking or driving not far from where the police officer had stopped me earlier, and I saw another person get pulled over by the police and he got an expensive ticket as well; and I went to talk with him after the police officer left, and there was another man in the car with him.

The driver was afraid that he could not pay for such an expensive ticket either and so his friend suggested that we go to a club nearby to meet someone who might be able to help with the ticket problem, and so we drove to the club.

I forgot to mention that the driver was a thin weak looking man with whitish colored skin with curly dark-colored hair wearing a t-shirt with blue jeans & he had a squeaky/high-pitched annoying voice, and his friend was a thin man with dark brownish colored skin wearing a black colored baseball hat with a t-shirt with blue jean shorts.

We went inside the club, which was owned by a woman with whitish colored skin with long blond colored hair, and there was a long stage with a lot of people dancing around it to music as the owner performed on the stage; and most of the people looked to be high school aged – young college aged students/people, and so it seemed like a teen club or something, which made me feel even more uncomfortable being there since I was older than anyone there probably.

There were two police officers standing near the stage who were doing security, even though they probably were supposed to be on-duty somewhere else, and the friend of the driver said that one of the police officers was the person who we needed to talk to about getting help with the ticket problem; and so the friend approached the police officer with dark brownish colored skin, the other police officer had whitish colored skin with short blondish colored hair, and then the police officer walked over to us & asked us to come outside to talk about the situation.

We went outside near his police car, I decided to stay back because I did not want to illegally make a deal with a police officer to have my ticket problem taken care of, but the driver did talk with the police officer about his ticket problem; and the police officer offered him a deal, $100 cash payment from the driver, and the police officer would take care of his ticket problem.

The driver agreed to the deal and paid him $100 in front of us, and then the police officer thanked him for doing business with him; and he told the driver that he did not have to worry about the ticket problem anymore, and then we left.

Obviously this city had some corrupt police officers and a corrupt system, but I decided to handle it legally, and so I had the driver drop me off near my automobile or somewhere & I thanked him & they drove off; and then I started to think about things that I could sell in a garage sell to earn some money and/or who could I ask for donations and/or where could I work to make some quick money legally and/or who would let me borrow some money, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr πŸ™‚

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