My car is parked on Hennepin and 24th. The passenger window is rolled down just a little bit. This guy approaches with some stupid question, and I'm suspicious, but I open the door.
Here I can see that in trying to be cool with strangers, I have allowed someone I don't know, on a random street, into my car.
He gets in--Who ignores instincts in dreams? Someone who is afraid of being called a racist? Shut up, Subconscious.
I'm scared. He's a little too close.
A cop passes by and around Guy's head I lean forward to mouth for help. Guy tells me that if I plan to ask for help, I shouldn't invite people in to my car.
Eh...ok.
I wake up.
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