The Dreams

Dream 203

I was reading a book when the New Year’s drunks started throwing around their empty bottles, the shards of glass flying everywhere, menacing me with injury. I ran to the nearby police station, only to find its officers preoccupied with keeping bare law and order.

So I went to the top thug in our old neighborhood — and before I could finish my complaint, he and his men got up and attacked the tavern where the criminals were sitting. They beat them with their sticks until my former tormentors begged me to save them.