My smashed up joy ride of dreaming

I forget why, but It's a long term chase. I'm sleeping in Melbourne today. I'm going to drive to France tomorrow. (what?) As I see the tall evergreens shade one side of the street, I enter the most comfortable rest stop in existence. Well, it would be comfortable if spies weren't everywhere. How am I not dead yet. So I put myself inside a toilet, remembering the spies would hear me if I flushed. When I leave, I manage to enter my cousin's apartment (It is 200 miles away.). I gear up, get my chicken wings, figure I shouldn't use the bathroom, and travel to the afterlife, in a car, while alive, and with my irl family. I need to use the bathroom. I open the door, a tiny room infront with the actual door to the bathroom. It's obviously a trap. Of course they don't have bathrooms, everybody is just out to get me, as usual. Avoiding that trap,(I never avoid any danger that exists) I plan with the group, but the constant traps have already thrown our morale into an incinerator. Even my good jokes can't help it. The battle is already lost...Wait, battle? Oh yeah, there was an assassination buisiness that was trying to run when I was annoying it. So that's why this happened. I think anyways.