I was outside at night with my ex & another man. A cop came & busted me for something. They were very nice about it--it was just a minor formality, not a big deal. They didn't arrest me, but instead told me I had to report to jail for an overnight stay. I agreed, thinking it was going to be a woman-only jail, which certainly wouldn't be SO bad. I went inside to pack a small, rectangular bag of books to bring with me. We went back outside, where my ex said he'd go get the truck (so they could give me a ride.) As I waited in the street with the other man, we saw him coming down the street toward us, going fast. Before he reached us, the truck went airborne, flying over neighboring houses. Parts on the underside glowed bright orange. Soon a blue flame shot out from the rear tire. The guy with me said, "THAT can't be good." The truck suddenly plummeted to the ground, landing in a neighbor's driveway, within inches of their truck. We rushed over to find that no damage had been done to people or property. My ex got out of the truck & left it there. Someone in a small car ended up giving me a ride by the jail. They went all the way around the building & ended up dropping me off as far from the entrance as possible. I walked back to the front & went in. I was surprised to find that the inmates were all unguarded, sitting on a large semi-circle of bleachers (like theater seating, but steeper, larger & outdoors.) There were a lot of people, many of them tremendously bored. I was glad I'd brought my books & realized that my stay was going to be a piece of cake. I found a seat about 1/4 of the way down from the top. Some people came while I read, but more left. Eventually someone came & told me I was free to go. I looked down the aisle, which was blocked part of the way down. I wasn't going to be able to go any other way, however. As I started down, the people in that area took their seats, clearing the aisle for my departure. Outside the jail I went to the area where I'd been dropped off, waiting to be picked up. It was close to a liquor store, where I stopped to buy myself an obscure & sweet liqueur. I let a couple of people outside taste it. They liked it & asked where the liquor store was. I said it was around the corner. Others coming through the area (walking, on bikes or driving,) also stopped for directions to the liquor store, which I gave them. The last guy was in a car & drove so fast I realized he almost passed it & in his sharp turn, he almost crashed into the building. Everything was okay, though.
Symbols here from other recent dreams; trucks (although not commercial type rigs, like the other day,) 2 men & jail/loose confinement.
In sympathy for my Northern visitors, the photo is of Niagara Falls in Winter. Always a magical spectacle & no crowds (as no one really enjoys being turned into a human popsicle that quickly. Just ask Han Solo.)