I had a dream where I was working at a parking lot for flamingos.
In that dream, people drove (?) flamingos instead of cars since they are eco friendly.
Anyway, I took a bicycle from home to the parking lot, and spent the whole morning organizing flamingos to their allocated lots.
Then at noon, the manager of the parking lot was like "Hey new guy, some Latin guy stole your bike."
I looked at the manager in despair, since the bicycle meant a lot for me.
Then the manager was like "OK, I give you permission to ride this flamingo here. Now go get that mo*erfucker!"
So I rode that flamingo, and after running across a bridge that looked a lot like the Kobe-Awajishima Express Way, I started catching up with a ripped, sweaty Latin guy riding my bike.
I ordered him to stop, he shouted something back and started peddling harder, so I ordered my flamingo to go even faster.
/I woke up here