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I was going through airport security and was stopped when the guy sitting down examining your documents asked for something I didn't have that had been mailed (original copy) to immigration. It went like:

Examiner: Where is your proof of (can't remember)?
Me: *in annoyed tone* I don't have it because I had to send it to them.
Examiner: Ok... arrogant response noted.
Me: Sorry... I don't mean to be arrogant, it's just that you have to send them the original documents and I don't have them.

After quite a bit of questions he's like:

Examiner: So how much meth did you take?
Me: I didn't.
Examiner: Okay so only a little? Because I can see the look in your eyes.
Me: No, I didn't take any of that.
Examiner: Okay so what *did* you take some of?

I wanted to be honest and responded, "Marijuana." Then he comes to an end with the questions and signals to the security guard standing by to take me and the guy points a gun at my head. I didn't know what to do, and then I ended up thinking about what Trinity does in the first Matrix (when the cops find her and she does her split jump) and it really happened. I ran out the door and started running to where I needed to be, trying to get my mom to run as fast as she could with me as well. Then I was eventually caught but was able to rewind back to being behind the table, like as if I had seen the future of what would've happened if I did the Trinity thing.

I was living at the old apartment I used to live in, and my dad (who currently lives in Brazil) was there too. For some reason I was back in high school, and it was the early morning where I usually got a ride from my parents. Well this time I wanted to drive myself, so I asked my mom if I could drive myself.

When I got outside, there was a Carolina blue taxi van outside (that was apparently my friends) and I decided to drive that instead, and even thought about having fun with it later by giving people rides. I got in and started driving down the hill to street level. Well, as I was almost at the bottom, I was hitting the brake but it didn't seem to be working, so I had to maneuver the car in a way that I wouldn't need to stop. I was able to make it up the street, but then I decided that I NEEDED the brakes to work, so I started messing with the car and then somehow ended up hacksawing the entire car to the point where there were pieces of it everywhere. I was really confused. I was on the side of the road when an old man walking his dog saw me and was wondering how the hell I'd accomplished what I did. I was telling him what happened and stuff, and then we started to look for the biggest pieces of the car. We went up the road to the neighborhood again and started finding pieces of the bumper, and then on the way back, there was news teams there reporting the incident.

I started to go up the road a little bit more and found the entire front bumper and the headlight and tail light, to which I was saying I can sell on eBay for $300 so that I could pay my friend back for the cab which I completely destroyed.

I think after I destroyed the car, I kept trying to wake up in the dream, and it felt EXACTLY the same as trying to wake up in waking life. e.g. it wasn't working!