I am in Mexico on vacation and it comes to my attention that I am being watched by a group of criminals across the street from my hotel. A cherry red 1972 camero drives up to the hotel. The car is identical to the one I own in my dream. I also have a tan Land Rover from an unknown year. The criminals have created identical clones of my cars, which is part of some unknown plan. I am in a bank trying to deposit a large some of money when I realize that I don’t have my driver’s license. The banker is a nice older woman who is hesitant to deposit my money without identification.
