I'm out on the town, and for some reason, I decide to go to the underpass by the 5th street intersection. For some reason, the angled segments under the highway had seating, like a theatre. The traffic lights are running out of sync, so people are narrowly avoiding traffic accidents, while the seated crowd looks on, unconcerned. A van hits a sports car, at which point I say that we should call 911 or something. No one else seems interested in calling anyone. I call 911, then go down to the intersection to try and prevent another accident. The police arrive, handcuff me, and let me know that I'm going to jail for trying to help. Then I wake up.
Man, I can't even find good cops in my dreams.