I was on the motorcycle, stuck in traffic, with Holly on the back. A few cars down, a cop car started flashing its lights. Cars slowly rolled to the side ofthe road to let the cop pass. just as I was about to go to the side of the road, the cop races up and pulls right behind me. I'm about to ask him what i did when he asks to see my license and registration. I show them both to him; he takes them and puts them in his pocket. He then asks what I have in my shoulder bag and saddle bags. Of course I have nothing of any consequence, i start to worry that maybe i have some marijuana with me, but I fight down the thought because it's silly. Why would I have any here?

I begin pulling out innocuous things--handkerchiefs, maps, pens, etc. He takes it all and starts putting everything in the trunk of the squad car. After all my possessions are taken, he puts handcuffs on me and tells me to get into the back of the squad car and that i was uner arrest. I wanted to ask him what the charges are but I'm afraid to speak. He's becoming very cocky and brazen and says he'd love to have an excuse to beat me down. He seems to be gloating over me. We drive to the police station and walk in. The cop handcuffs me to bars of a prison cell and walks away. I wait for what seems to be hours.

He comes back and tells me that i'm in more trouble than I can possibly imagine. We walk to the roof of the building where there's a helicopter waiting for me. There's one empty seat, and everyone else has on a suit and looks like a spook. I have to climb over one of the men and as I do, my shoulder brushes the hair of one of the older men--apparently he has a wig on and now it's crooked (he has no idea). We begin talking about something (can't remember but it has nothing to do with the fact that I was just abducted, in fact, the conversation is pleasant) and the pilot puts the man's wig back into place. The man with the wig looked about 65 and was speaking with a heavy Russian accent.