Well, it seems I never got around to writing that next morning. But, I'm here now.
I've had a few interesting dreams lately. A couple of nights ago I dreamed that I was living in our old house on south main. Tim D. and I were going to walk somewhere, when we saw from my porch about 10 black hoods across the street, all wearing tan jumpsuits. Since we had to cross the street, I suggested that maybe we should take a different route, considering that the hoods were all carrying big quarterstaffs, and were acting rowdy. Tim said we needn't worry, so I consented. As we were about to cross the street, though, another gang appeared on the side of the street. There were about 6 of them, were all white, and all wore black leather jackets. When Tim saw this, he changed his mind and agreed with me that perhaps we ought to quietly leave. It happened that the gang on our side of the street wanted to rumble with the other gangs. So we hastened to get out. Surprisingly enough, we crossed the street to get out, which took us right to the fight. But we crossed the street safely and ran down a street connecting to Main (which was strangely small and trafficless). As we rushed down the street I looked back and saw the white gang riding unicycles in a circle around the black gang. We kept running until we got to the end of the bl0ck, which on the right side was a huge 10 foot hedge. It was straight up and pointed at the top. So to get away, we climbed up and over it. For some reason it was dense enough that we could climb it with ease, it didn't crush under us. So when we got on the other side, we sat down, rested, and the dream ended.
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