I was in NYC with a bunch of "friends" late night going to a movie or show or something like it. Now the place we were going was in a part of the city I'd never been to, and thus I didn't know the geography of the neighborhood. I recall we'd gotten there by subway, therefore that's how we would return to the place we were staying.
While we're leaving the show walking to the subway station I somehow get into a brief altercation of sorts with someone or something and I bang my head in the process. It hurts a little, but I'm more bothered by the fact that the neighborhood scares me a bit and I just want to get back. By the time we enter the subway station, the group (probably 15 people) I'm with has divided into two subgroups (made up of faster and slower walkers). While the first subgroup (which I'm in) is going through the turnstiles a train is coming. I try to get them to not go on so we can wait for the second subgroup, but they don't hear me and go on anyway. So I run to the train door and try to hold it. Unfortunately the door starts closing far too soon, and I get out and yell at the train operator to hold on and wait for the rest of our group to get here. Eventually they do, but they're in the midst of a decent-sized crowd of resident NY'ers who also want to get in the train, and as a result the rest of our group gets in the wrong car. I leave my train car and try to get into their car, but the doors start closing again. I yell at the train operator to open the doors again so I can re-enter the train. The doors open partially and close. Apparently the operator is lazy and thinks I will just jump in, while I'm waiting for them to open all the way so I can get in. My tentativeness leads the operator to close the doors for the final time, and the train, with everyone else from my group, leaves without me.
So I'm alone on a NY subway platform late at night in a part of the city that I'd never been to and don't know where the hell I am. What's worse, we had to change trains two or three times to get to the show, and I didn't really take note of where we did them. So I have no clue where I am or which trains I'm supposed to take to get home. So I start asking people what station I'm at so I can at least figure out on my own what to do. Unfortunately I don't really get much of a response from anyone. I give up and I jump on the next train and get off at the next station, which happens to be Fifth Avenue. So I finally know one street where I am, so I go around and try to ask what cross street I'm at. I figure if I knew that then I can figure out what line I have to take and where to change trains. I eventually find a couple (who happen to be bi-racial--I don't know why it matters but somehow it does). They're very helpful and friendly, but at a point I realize maybe they're being too friendly, kind of like gangsta-type people who treat everyone like they're their drug brothas or something. I recall the couple trying to take me somewhere, and when I see the black male reach for something, quite possibly a weapon, I break free of the woman's arm and run.
I wake up soon afterwards. I'm sad and angry. I'm sad that the train left without me, and I'm angry that my friends didn't make sure I got on the train with them after I made sure they all got on. I'm also angry at the train operator for not letting me on the train, apparently because he/she thought I was "causing trouble." (It is probably 1 or 2 AM, after all) What's really weird is that upon waking I didn't recognize any of the "friends" I was with. So I was basically hanging out with a bunch of people that I didn't know in real life but somehow knew in the dream. Either way, it wasn't exactly how I wanted to spend the evening.
So what does it mean? I have some ideas, but I'm not really interested in divulging much right now. Plus I'm getting tired and I need to go to sleep and prepare for my next dream. Maybe it will be better than the one from the previous night.
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