I balled my music in the crack ground but the guy in my dream was so scary, his blueish gray face, blonde bowl cut, he pale gray glock. His friend reminded me of Sean don, who Sid he wasn’t gonna punch back. I told him i appreciate that. I punched his french because he called me a nigga although now i cant remember pr why we were interacting in the first place.  In the end he tells me to turn around and Hess gonna get that booty or something as in shoot me. He pulls out his gun, and I dont please, but asks my name my full name. I think David....uh....he laughs at me as he draws back the .... and says I’m just gonna kill you casually.
Earlier i saw flora i don’t know why. At some other point i went to the theater with a woman, her daughter, her friend or boyfriend they clearly liked each other but saved two seats in between themselves at the movie theater almost like a joke. I cant forget using the banisters hanging from them with my compadre that inanimate thing to court her. It was a bet.
The guy who ran the laundry mat in the mall but also the other store he couldn’t Help with whatever i needed.