4-11-14
Last night I dreamed I was amongst young people (20 somethings) who were engaged in a gang war—but it was more like a commerce war. If someone got caught selling the same merchandise as someone else, there would be hell to pay.

One scene there’s a strong wind blowing and one young man has a work glove he flings into the air and a strong wind carries it off as his girlfriend looks on. I look on too at the spacious sky that’s like something out in the wide open west.

Then a different young man goes into a shop and sees things that look like small round lollipops on long sticks in a cylinder display. He’s not happy about it and accuses the shop owner of stealing his merchandise to sell. I get to hell out of there.

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