I had a dream that I went to the movies with some of my friends and Bill Murray tagged along.  I whispered in his ear, “Hey, you should sit next to me in the theatre.”  And he smiled and then we held hands.  Before the movie we all went shopping on this block.  I don’t know what city I was in.  All I could think about was how jealous Carlos would have been that I met Bill Murray AND got to hold his hand.  Then I saw a bunch of young punks, about 20 of them, form a giant circle and charge down the street.  Once they passed me, my friends and I started yelling at me to “get the fuck out of here” because they were something called Sock-Hoppers.  I guess, according to my dream, Sock-Hoppers are kids who enjoy breaking glass bottles of people’s heads and stabbing them with the broken glass.  We all grabbed our stuff and ran through the stores to get back to the van.  I lost site of Bill Murray and had no idea if he had gotten stabbed yet.  I made it to the back attic of this store where the back door led to our van.  I ran in the van, threw all my shit inside, but realized I forgot my shoes.  I ran back and there was a Sock-Hopper standing at the door waiting for me.  Before she could stab me, I punched her in the face and fought her until I locked her inside, then I went through the front to try and get my shoes. There were a lot of them in the front.  I was running behind them and there was a little dwarf with a long, wizard like beard who tripped and fell.  My friends yelled from behind, “Oh, he’s not a sock-hopper.  He’s just a dwarf.”  So, I thought running towards him would be safe.  I ended up tripping over him, landed on top of him, and shortly after he shoved a giant piece of glass in the back of my knee.  I started bleeding uncontrollably and I yelled for help.  I couldn’t move.  More sock hoppers came over and one stabbed me in the chest, and the other started slowly slicing my fingers, as if giving me paper cuts with glass.  I started screaming because the pain was unbearable, and then I woke up to sharp tingling feelings in every place that I got stabbed in the dream.

I had a dream that I went to the movies with some of my friends and Bill Murray tagged along.  I whispered in his ear, “Hey, you should sit next to me in the theatre.”  And he smiled and then we held hands.  Before the movie we all went shopping on this block.  I don’t know what city I was in.  All I could think about was how jealous Carlos would have been that I met Bill Murray AND got to hold his hand.

 Then I saw a bunch of young punks, about 20 of them, form a giant circle and charge down the street.  Once they passed me, my friends and I started yelling at me to “get the fuck out of here” because they were something called Sock-Hoppers.  I guess, according to my dream, Sock-Hoppers are kids who enjoy breaking glass bottles of people’s heads and stabbing them with the broken glass.  We all grabbed our stuff and ran through the stores to get back to the van.  I lost site of Bill Murray and had no idea if he had gotten stabbed yet.  I made it to the back attic of this store where the back door led to our van.  I ran in the van, threw all my shit inside, but realized I forgot my shoes.  I ran back and there was a Sock-Hopper standing at the door waiting for me.  Before she could stab me, I punched her in the face and fought her until I locked her inside, then I went through the front to try and get my shoes.

There were a lot of them in the front.  I was running behind them and there was a little dwarf with a long, wizard like beard who tripped and fell.  My friends yelled from behind, “Oh, he’s not a sock-hopper.  He’s just a dwarf.”  So, I thought running towards him would be safe.  I ended up tripping over him, landed on top of him, and shortly after he shoved a giant piece of glass in the back of my knee.  I started bleeding uncontrollably and I yelled for help.  I couldn’t move.  More sock hoppers came over and one stabbed me in the chest, and the other started slowly slicing my fingers, as if giving me paper cuts with glass.  I started screaming because the pain was unbearable, and then I woke up to sharp tingling feelings in every place that I got stabbed in the dream.