Dream Diary 24: Punitive Justice

On my way back from a birthday party with a group of friends, I rode down an escalator in the train station on a shopping trolley. A train police guy stopped us and gave me my third strike. The punishment was that we were to take ID photos, but instead of a neutral face, we were to pull embarrassing poses. I was not charged a fine. In disbelief of this, I kept asking questions of the officer, who gradually morphed into Nicole Byer, and she got sick of me and sent me away.