• I was at a summer program somewhere in Berkeley. I was surrounded by trees and guys, all a year or more older than me. They were loud but nice. I was sad to leave. We drove in a yellow school bus back to my old hometown. [When the dream took place, I had just moved away a few weeks before.] The bus ride was downhill; bumpy and nerve-wracking. The bus dropped everyone off on the main street, right outside the thrift store. A few of the guys suddenly wanted to rob the thrift store, and started breaking in. I had to run to get help. I ran down the block as the sun set and shadows lengthened. It felt like I was running through syrup- unbearably slow, despite my running my hardest and being breathless. I reached the corner. Suddenly, I saw my dad. I almost ran into him. He tried to grab me but I kicked off him and started running the other way. I didn't care about the thrift store anymore. My dad started chasing me and he was gaining on me. Somehow, my two brothers met up with me and started running with me, and I lagged behind. They kept urging me on, but I couldn't move fast enough. My father caught up with me as my brothers swerved into a nail salon for safety. My dad gripped my wrists and brought out a gallon of milk. He started pouring it down my throat, and I couldn't breathe and my tears mingled with the milk. I twisted away and ran into the salon. It had thick brick walls and a metal screen in front of the door. I ran in and locked the screen behind me, but before I could close the wooden door he tore open the screen and his arm wormed around the edge of the door and started grasping for me. I woke up.