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I dreamed that I was Juice from Sons of Anarchy, and I was speeding on my bike, going very fast and more or less flying on the bike across the road. I felt the speed in my stomach like it was real. Toward the end of the road, he was caught off guard and taken down, at this point, I was an onlooker, but he survived the crash. He told me that he was fine, and blamed the two prospects that were with us. Each prospect apologized by giving him an artifact or something, something that looked Native American, and he took them and put them in his pocket, and showed me that what has kept him alive was a particular artifact. It was again Native American, and looked like a really big arrowhead, but it was white like ivory and had gold edges and gold flowing through the artifact. Right after being Juice, I was Jax from Sons of Anarchy, and I was talking with <PERSON> about a test I was going to have to go through. We were all in a trailer type house, and I called him Dad, and he looked at me funny at first, but then smiled. Inside he told me that the test was one of the hardest tests he had ever had to take, and then mentioned a guy named something <PERSON>. Like he was the test giver. <PERSON> mentioned a party and mentioned that one sure fire way to pass the test was to invite the guy. I left the house as Jax, and got into a seventies model car (red) and started it up and took off. As I was driving down the streets I kept speeding up, until I was going very fast. But it was like I did not know how to control the car, and I ended up driving on the sidewalk when I got into town, and then I was pulled over. I tried to slow down and adjust my driving. It took a while for me to stop, and when I did, there was the cop behind me, one beside me, one in front of me, and a helicopter flying overhead. I remembered thinking that this was a hell of a lot for simple speeding. The cop that issued the ticket was the guy I was looking for, something <PERSON>. He did not care who I was, and was ready to write the ticket and impound the car, and possibly take me to jail. I tried explaining that I just was not used to driving a car. He asked what I was planning on doing that night, and I told him there was a party, and that I was looking for him to bring him along. He seemed shocked, but happy about it. I mentioned there would be a lot of booze and a lot of horny bitches. He then tore up the ticket and followed me to the party. At the party, it seemed as though I became <PERSON> from Sons of Anarchy, and was watching <PERSON> and the <PERSON> guy walking around the large amount of women and enjoying the party. I was watching more like a stalker though, as if I needed to take something away from the party. Then <PERSON> came up, said something (she was pissed) and then walked off. I was pissed that she was walking away from me, and wanted her to stay. Then a mess formed on the kitchen floor and I told one of the prospects, who saw the whole thing, to pick it the fuck up.