Drivers license

I am driving in a foreign country.  I pass a couple of cars at an intersection because they don't move fast enough for me when the light changes, but it turns out I do it right in front of a lady cop in a kind of cherry picker booth.  I back up and start looking for my drivers license.  The rest of the dream is what seems like hours of looking through different compartments in my wallet for my drivers license.  I shuffle through all kinds of credit cards, discount cards, business cards and membership cards of all kinds, most of which I don't recognize and have no idea why I have them, but I can't find my drivers license.