I'm riding a bicycle, swerving past pillars and poles. I look to my right and notice that I have an accomplice. He's an older man, prob mid-thirties, dressed in cargo shorts and a t-shirt. We continue riding, with the vivid colours of the sunset grazing along the sky.
I then find myself walking through an apartment, and apparently, it's my apartment. I look around, and do a sweep of the house. I'm in a frantic search of any drug paraphernalia, which is only marijuana. I grab the stuff, and book it to an apartment across the hallway. This is my friends apartment, and I walk around the room, acting like the place is mine.
It sounds confusing, I know. But it will all come together.
A few minutes later (what ever that means in the dream world), a police officer arrives to my apartment. He comes inside and starts looking around. It registered in my mind that the cop had no idea what I looked like - I think he was tipped off about someone selling weed in the vicinity. He looks across the hallway, and notices me standing in the kitchen. I look over with a smile, and wave. He waves back, unaware that I'm who he's looking for.
A little while later, he leaves. I then walk out the back door, grab my bag hanging from the car mirror, and hop onto the bicycle.
This is when I notice that I'm a white male, with a mo-hawk, wearing baggy shorts and a white oversized tank.
I might have entered the dream mind of another being in another dimension. It was something I've never experienced before.
