I didn't catch his name

I imagine myself just getting pulled over for doing 58 on this ride home. Coming from Ridge Road.

All I wanted to do is get home. The sheriff asks me to sit tight for a sec.

I lean over and remove myself from the glare of the bright lights.
I believe he thought I was reaching for a firearm, which I was not.
I was only trying to get a piece of paper to take some notes on, record this hallucination.

"Didn't mean to startle you officer."
"What are you doing?"
"Taking notes. I'm a writer."
"What do you write?"
"Scripts, short stories, journalism."

That bit was amusing; he was surprised. Asking for his name would have resulted on a handcuffed search on the front hood. We saw cars pulled over all night.

That's why I think it was a dream.
I think it was Martin Road.
I wake up and the clock says 01:40 AM.
I wake up in the morning and look for a thesaurus reference to dreamesque.