Dark streets. It has snowed. A crossroads in town, near where I live, at least in the dream.
I slip over in the snow, and a woman, my friend, helps me up. Back near where I live a teenagers on a bike rides through the centre of us. Then another teenager turns up - the friend of the first. he nearly rides into us as well, and stops. 'What can you do?' I say to my friend, meaning that as it is a child - or a teenager - it would be physically inappropriate to defend ourselves. Really though, I am scared of the aggression of the teenagers. This teenager brings out a needle. He is intending to stab us with it. The needle grows and elongates, becomes longer like a very very thin pole.
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