Chicago Hobos and Flaming Cars

Chicago

A red bridge over the river with a bottom missing, just the scaffolds. I was crying trying to scoot across it (I had to take off my shoes). I made it across, and then I saw Dad following me, and he was hanging from the metal underside, like monkey bars. I tried to warn him, but he fell in. It wasn’t dangerous or anything. I wondered why I had gotten so worked up and worried.  I went back to find my shoes, and realized that I could have just walked the whole time because there was a concrete walkway on the side.

My shoes were missing. A group of young children sort of pushed me around, and I saw that these two dirty hobo women. They wouldn’t give my shoes back. The one kept trying to convince me to take other shoes, sneakers which were just as good. The other one was peeing against a wall. I was losing my temper. I kept trying to force them to give me my shoes, but they wouldn’t. Eventually I got one back, but not the other. They disappeared, and I tracked them over Chicago to a gritty underground YMCA. It was full of beggars and dank. I demanded my other shoe, and after a lot of pushing and arguing, I was given my left shoe at last. But a man who was like a short, ugly Liev Schrieber forced me to sign a contract promising to bring him more shoes. I refused, but he kept insisting.

In the teenagers kept brushing by my Dad, and I thought they were trying to rob him. I grabbed one to check, and he called me a racist.

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Earlier in the dream I caused a car accident, and the car in front of me ran off the the road and burst into flames. Everyone inside died, including a little girl. I didn’t want anyone to know about it, so I lied. I opened the trunk to discover several large snakes, which I took with me.  I felt more and more guilty as the time went on, and the town held a ceremony for the little girl. I hated seeing her on the video screens with a flower around her head, dancing and laughing. I knew I should tell someone, but I did not want to get in trouble.