Finders, Losers

So here I am, riding my bike — wind in my face, no helmet, rawdogging the road. Oh yeah, did I mention this is a dream? The helmet is with me, just not on me.

I’m crossing a road with an overpass, well, an underpass for me, the road is going over me. That's when some pandus (cops) appear out of nowhere and stop me. I’m like, “Here we go again!!” Mind you, I’ve never been stopped by cops, dream or otherwise. And yet, here we are.

Then, out of nowhere, they manifest a backpack on me??? I digest that too. Maybe I was carrying a bag. Then they find a small bag of za. My mind goes: oh shit, they found it, and at the same time I'm like, how is my luck so bad that as I was about to enter the internal roads, where a helmet is not that important, the cops stop me!

But here’s the kicker — I’m not bummed because they found it. I’m bummed because I couldn’t find it! Where was this when I needed it like damn! Dream me just failed at timing. Classic AJ logic.

Woke up kinda pissed off, and it ruined my night. My brain is really out here playing “finders, losers” with me, apparently.