Carter's dream about me

Carter got up the other morning and I asked him (as usual) if he had sweet dreams?

Carter: Yes. I had a dream about you!

Me: Oh really? What did you dream about?

Carter: You were in jail.

Me: That doesn't sound like a good dream. Why was I in jail?

Carter: Because you were in a taxi and it wasn't your car.

Too much cops, Kevin.