Last night, I had a rather vivid dream.

I was starting an exciting hike with friends. However, nightfall surprised us within minutes of starting the hike. The next moment, I was in a car on a dirt parking lot waiting to meet up with the friends. I slowly circled the parked cars. One of the cars had the headlights on and a person sitting inside. That person arrested me. It turned out to be a cop.

As I was in jail, it turned out that the cop had gotten scared by me. So, in his mind, he made up prostitution, drug running charges and all kinds and reported them to the station before he arrested me. Of course, the only thing that I had done was drive in a circle on a parking lot.

As the situation was cleared up during the night, I was put in a cell and taking to an interrogation room repeatedly. I remember moments in the cell of doing breathing to calm down and exercise for my body. Yet, as I was released, I realized the big gaps in memory about the night in jail. I explained it to myself that the stress must have been so great.

I was in a youth camp now with a counselor. He was quite concerned that I had been in jail. I wanted to get out of the youth camp. I remembered that I was supposed to be back home in Germany and packing to leave. I remembered my step dad saying that he was moving to Great Britain and I could stay with him. That seemed like a good idea. The counselor got really concerned about the family situation and international move. However, he let me go.

At that point I realized that I really was supposed to be in Los Angeles living on my own in my own apartment. So, I focused on that, when I returned to my home in Germany to spend the Sunday packing for my move back to Los Angeles. Great Britain sounded kind of interesting as well.

While I was packing, my ma was sitting in a parked car with my sister. I went over to them. The car was slowly rolling forward. I was alarmed and tried to alarm my ma that she had left the car by accident in drive and had stepped off the break. The car rolled for a long time and was close to hitting another car, when my ma looked up and stopped. She insisted that she was driving forward on purpose.

Next thing, I was in the car. We were driving through some rural roads with animal fences on the side of the road. A police siren goes on the empty road. I suggest to my ma to pull over to let the police pass. My ma is convinced that the police are after her. She starts speeding. I tell my ma that before she was not speeding. Now she was getting into trouble. Just let the police pass. My ma is intent on starting a police chase now in pursuit by two police cruisers.

She scrapes the car through a gate. I try to tell her that she just scratched my car. And, that the cost for repainting might be more expensive than the ticket. My ma insists that there are no scratches on the car, even she busted the gate with the car.

She drives up a hill with a curvy road. The plateau of the hill is a dead end. I tell her to stop. She decides to drive through the fence that protects from the cliff. My sister jumps out of the car. Inspired by my sister, I jump out of the car. Both my sister and I hang onto the edge of the cliff with our hands. A police officer helps us up. The police officers understands without words that we were unwilling passengers in the car and had done nothing wrong. My ma is driving off to somewhere in my now pretty busted car.

I guess based on the dream, I am feeling a bit stressed.