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Dreamt i was at the beach and saw some guys cutting bike locks and stealing bikes, so i ran inside a nearby building to grab my keys so i could unlock my bike and get out of there before they stole it, too.

But in the one minute it look me to get my keys and return, they had stolen my bike. I confronted the ringleader and told him i need my bike back. He refused, so i slapped him and stole the walkie talkies he was using to communicate with his crew.

I radioed to them, pretending to be him, and saying he needed them to bring the bike back.

A minute later, i saw one of them walking back to where my bike had been stolen from, but without the bike. I approached him as well, telling him i needed my bike back.

He agreed, unlike his boss, and said he would take me to my bike, but first he had some errands to run. He said i could come with him.

The errands turned out to be looking for other things to steal and sell to get cash to buy meth. We eventually found an angle grinder and he said we could go get my bike now. (During all this, we talked about global warming. He was deeply concerned about it, and about associated sea level rise. He pointed out many landmarks down at the beach that would end up under water.)

Angle grinder in hand, we walked back to his house, a run-down little cottage in a low-income neighborhood by the shore. But then he told me he needed to feed his cats before he got me my bike. He fed them and then asked me if i wanted a hot dog. His roommate had boiled up a whole pot of hot dogs.

I was eager to get my bike and get out of there, but a hot dog sounded good, so i said sure and he served me one. Upon my first bite though, ketchup and mustard squeezed out and spilled in a big glob on the floor, which i them accidentally stepped on in my socks (they were a shoes off inside household)

I apologized and asked for paper towels to clean up my mess. He gave me some and said he would be right back with my bike.

But as i was just finishing cleaning up the spilled condiments, i saw him head out the front door. I asked his roommate where he was going and he replied that he thought he was taking their dog for a walk.

I didn't want to let him get away, so i ran out the door after him, still wearing my socks that had ketchup and mustard on them. He was indeed walking a dog and crossing an intersection at a crosswalk as i approached. I didn't make it there before the light turned red, so I tried to jaywalk across. There was too much traffic though, so i had to wait for a break to run for it. Meanwhile, he and the dog were getting close to disappearing.

I darted through traffic, almost being hit by one car, and made it across the street just as he turned a corner and disappeared.

Then i woke up.

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