The other night, I was dreaming that I was standing around with a couple of other people in an empty department store, and we were approached by a group of police officers. They were looking for a gang of criminals hiding in the same building and showed us a list of the criminals' names. For some reason, they thought that I was the female criminal on the list. I told them that I was not and gave them my name. They asked to see identification. I took out my wallet to show them my driver's licence, but inexplicably, my licence was missing and had been replaced by Bobby McFerrin's driver's licence. I woke up right as the dream police were about to arrest me.
Weird, huh? By the way, the word licence is hard to spell. I feel like there should be an s in there somewhere.