Dreams

I upset a group of women on a NYC stoop by spilling one of their tobacco spitters. They chased me out of the neighborhood. 

There was a bald man sitting in the corner of my child’s room.

A gang of Puerto Ricans and black guys chased me into an old abandoned university building. While roaming the halls I came across an antique lab equipment display. Inside was a machine that I recognized but I didn’t know from where. The display card said it was a piece of equipment whose inventor died before he could ever get it to function. I knew this machine. I knew what it was for and I knew that it had worked at least once. It was a Time Machine and it was the reason I was in this time and place. I panicked, realizing that this time and place was not my original time and place and that the only machine that could get me back where I belonged was in an old dusty forgotten display case. Woke up panicky.