December 25, 1999

Age 18

In this dream, I was walking down some side street in New York City. I passed the Museum of Modern Art, and turned into a smaller street. I turned around and a big guy with curly hair, about my age, wearing a black leather jacket was staring at me. I turned around, and he followed, so I ducked into a shop that was almost like a convenient store. The clerk was a short Indian man with a black mustache, and I said to him, "He's after me. Do something." He nodded, and then he pulled a gun on him as he walked in, saying for him to stop. I pulled out my wallet and flashed it at him teasingly, smiling at the angry would-be robber.