Dream 33: Starsky, bird poo and criminals
Starksy's car (the one with the white stripe) was covered with thin brown blankets and dust cloths. The white stripe was in tact but the rest of the panels were battered and rusted and in desperate need of replacement. He drove into a car park (parking lot as per USA) and I went over to meet him. He was explaining about the car as I leaned in through the passenger side window. I peaked under the bonnet covers. There was no bonnet just a very impressive engine which had a large piece sticking up in the middle towards the back. It would have obscured the driver's view but somehow it didn't once you were driving. The whole engine was immaculate, shiny bright spotless silver metal which looked powerful and ready to go.
Apart from being there to have his car panels fixed we were also there on a case. We had to scatter breadcrumbs around several parking spaces to encourage birds to come and also to crap. The criminal we were trying to lure was an obsessive compulsive and not only hated mess he had a phobia about birds and somehow he was going to incriminate himself if we got the birds to do their thing. There were buildings connected to the car park, so some parking spaces were connected to certain buildings, some offices some dwellings, a bit like a motel but not. Other parts of the car park were just for visitors or general parking. We scattered some bread around specific car spaces where we knew the criminal would be parking. Then we went back to Starsky's car. He was sitting in the passenger side this time and I lent in the window and we kissed (very nice it was too!). I wasn't his cop partner I was his girlfriend, but I'd been brought in to help him with the case so we could look like a couple in the car park when our target showed up.
He did show up. He was also with a woman. They got out of their car, which was parked in a different spot to the ones where the bait was. We started to follow them. We got closer to where the birds had been eating the bread and had actually started to drop their droppings. The man sensed something was amiss and he veered off to the side down a grassy slope towards some buildings. Starsky stayed following the woman and I peeled off to follow the man. He took a step as if he was about to make a break for it and run off, but he stepped into a small hole in the grass and fell. I jumped on him and held his ankles together very tight so he couldn't move. I yelled 'Starsky, Starsky'. He came running over.
Then other police materialised. The problem was that although the guy had sensed the trouble and was about to run away we hadn't actually caught him doing anything except tripping on a grassy slope. But we knew he was a bad criminal God-dammit! I was still holding tightly to his ankles while we discussed what to do.