Am in a car driving with my cousin, a year older than me, in the passenger seat. we are arguing over something, and somehow I end up on the back seat f the driver's seat. I am admonishing him for his driving, though he is in the passenger seat, and no one is in the driver's seat. we are constantly moving without a hitch, and the next thing is me reaching out to steer the car from the back seat. I have a seat belt holding me back in reverse like a parachute belt. the steering has a leather cover with reams in it.
As I am steering, my Cousin suddenly decides to remove his seat belt and stand up in on the side of his seat while we are arguing on some point, and i am raising my voice. He stands up full length next to the window, as though standing next to a window of a seat less bus/train carriage. I am freaking out , and asking him to sit down, and he seems to be in nirvana in his own world. We next are neat a high wall, with a house decorated with marigold flowers on a string, with some gaps between them.
My cousin tells me it is his friend's wedding going on inside. I am still yelling at him to sit down and telling him that cops will catch us. Just as I. am saying this, I see cops ahead. I utter Oh! shit, and slowly stop the car whilst still driving form the back seat. As soon as we stop, my cousin gets off, and goes into the house. There are two cops, and they ask me to produce documents. I remove papers, sets of papers in soft plastic covers. The covers are yellow too, and most of the text inside is written in blue ink from a fountain pen. They go through two of the bags, but don't find the documents.
Meanwhile, i start getting pinged by the cop from the station which is right next to the wedding home. He is asking me about updates whilst being very nice. The cops checking the papers are also very cordial. They are dressed like American/Mauritian cops. I am getting nervous, and trying to find the right bag containing my documents. Meanwhile my cousin comes and tells me he will speak to his friend and ask him to help me put as he knows the police. I tell my cousin, tat since his friend is the groom, not to disturb him, but again my cousin doesn't listen to me and goes in. Meanwhile the senior cop inside the station is sending me text messages on the blackberry giving step by step, stale updates. He is telling me things after they happen, like my cousin is going to come out, after he has already come out.
I am still sifting through my bags to get the documents, when my cousin comes out along with my sister, who just appeared out of the wedding house, and tells me my work is done. They then go off in the opposite direction into a building that has spiral steps taking them down . The structure is well lit, and is made of brick, covered in cream paint, with the railings of the cemented steps having red railings. Its like a house in Malleshwaram area of Bangalore. The Senior cop pings me to say, that it is all ok, but that my cousin left some document. I am shouting to my cousin and sister. they turn around whilst going down the steps and just says its ok, forget it and rush off. Meanwhile, I am feeling aggrieved and worried about the cops, but the are still being nice and cordial.
This probably was a very short dream, but took a lot to describe!!
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