When i dont sleep so well, i have a hodgepodge of dreams:
I'm dumped onto the streets, in a really bad neighborhood. I'm the minority. Its very empty. and there are no signs of anyone outside. It reminds of what maybe, the slums of New York were like, in 1908. All of a sudden i feel very threatened, and i start running. I just have to get out. I pass a really big run-down apartment complex, and just as some thugs are coming down the street, a colored woman pulls me inside the apartment. We go upstairs. I know the place was small. But i only remember one room. She has a son. His room is tiny, the only contents are a matress, and tons of magazine and newpaper clippings that cover the entirety of his walls. I can't for the life of me remember what they were of, but i feel it has some importance to the dream. I know they were tattered, and old looking, and had to have been up for years. We formulate a plan to escape. Things arent just about getting out of a bad neighborhood anymore. Its much more important now. The next thing i remember, is being on the beach. It was nightime. There was a large group of people being detained there. We had to run across a large portion of the beach to avoid being seen, by whoever was detaining those people. There is a train, very close to the water. We slide around and throw ourselves into the sand, just barely undetected. I think i might possibly have a baby now. I turn and look to my right and see a pile of blankets, and very quickly an old homeless man emerges from the pile. Instictively, i cup my hand around his mouth and nose, where there is no air, or sound, just the feeling of the suction from his mouth. He's trying to scream. I tell him that im not going to hurt him, and to please help us. He makes a gesture, and i remove my hand. I dont remember any exchange of words, but i feel like he said something along the lines that we were intruding on his spot, and we couldnt have it, and he wanted us to leave.
Thats it. I do however, recall myself being at a circus; where that fit into the whole thing, i dont know.
I'm dumped onto the streets, in a really bad neighborhood. I'm the minority. Its very empty. and there are no signs of anyone outside. It reminds of what maybe, the slums of New York were like, in 1908. All of a sudden i feel very threatened, and i start running. I just have to get out. I pass a really big run-down apartment complex, and just as some thugs are coming down the street, a colored woman pulls me inside the apartment. We go upstairs. I know the place was small. But i only remember one room. She has a son. His room is tiny, the only contents are a matress, and tons of magazine and newpaper clippings that cover the entirety of his walls. I can't for the life of me remember what they were of, but i feel it has some importance to the dream. I know they were tattered, and old looking, and had to have been up for years. We formulate a plan to escape. Things arent just about getting out of a bad neighborhood anymore. Its much more important now. The next thing i remember, is being on the beach. It was nightime. There was a large group of people being detained there. We had to run across a large portion of the beach to avoid being seen, by whoever was detaining those people. There is a train, very close to the water. We slide around and throw ourselves into the sand, just barely undetected. I think i might possibly have a baby now. I turn and look to my right and see a pile of blankets, and very quickly an old homeless man emerges from the pile. Instictively, i cup my hand around his mouth and nose, where there is no air, or sound, just the feeling of the suction from his mouth. He's trying to scream. I tell him that im not going to hurt him, and to please help us. He makes a gesture, and i remove my hand. I dont remember any exchange of words, but i feel like he said something along the lines that we were intruding on his spot, and we couldnt have it, and he wanted us to leave.
Thats it. I do however, recall myself being at a circus; where that fit into the whole thing, i dont know.
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bepps:
All the ridin you been doing and you're still not sleepin well? You're not goin fast enough. 
klu:
i like the word hodgepodge a lot!
