"Dream last night was quite action-paced. It started out by covering an entire story in which bugs came from outer space and conquered the planet with overwhelming numbers and sheer grossness (and I was a futuristic soldier fighting them in the very corners of drains around the city) which repeated itself over several times (I was trying to get the dream right and win, I guess). But we always ended up losing - the bugs were too many, too resilient, and too intelligent.
My second dream was slightly more realistic. I dreamed I was back in Guatemala, and I was biking on a street on some kind of downhill. I was going pretty fast on the sidewalk, and I noticed a car on the intersection right in front of me, unmoving. I stopped fairly abruptly, not too much, to avoid hitting the car of course, and as I did, I saw the 2 guys in the car looking at me in a very suspicious manner. I knew what they were talking about: "Let him hit us - we'll then take him and be able to rob and kidnap him". They looked disappointed when I didn't hit them, but then another cyclist came from the left on the intersecting street, and him them full-on on the front of the car. Then the two guys got out of the car and started talking to him, telling him that they should go settle the accident somewhere else. He was politely declining, but I knew what the guys really wanted from him. I even knew what they were thinking - "oh yeah, this guy looks like a rich yuppie, we'll get his wallet and his bike, he's a great catch". Wanting to help, but not wanting to get involved, I signalled to him big NO's with my hands and head, not shouting out, and trying to remain out of the 2 guys' sight. I think the guy understood what I was saying, but I also saw the guys noticing what I was doing, so I immediately began biking away, again downhill, scared of the 2 guys who surely must have connections with other miscreants all over town.
Biking as fast as I could through the city, I saw many people in the street giving me hard looks, and then calling someone on their cellphones, and I knew that they were calling the 2 initial guys. I was a target, and I had to escape.
I wandered off onto a narrow dirt trail that ended near a tall chain-link fence. I grabbed my bike onto my shoulder and climbed the fence with it, but right as I was doing so, a couple of park guards saw me and began to chase me. I thought that I was much better off in the hands of guards than of the miscreants, so I decided to talk to them. I talked to one of them on the other side of the fence: "I'm being chased by 2 very bad guys and they want to kill me! Please help, please help". He saw me and believed me, and then he listened to the rest of my story. It was all going well, until another guard on a truck, possibly the head guard, drove by us and told us that some bad guys had learned that I was hiding there, and that we had to move. So I started biking and followed the guards' truck (yeah, I could keep up), and biked away as fast as I could. I wasn't entirely sure why they wanted to kill me or why was I so important to them, but I just knew I had to escape. And that's when my dream starts to fade."
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