Somewhere Over The Rainbow

I'm in a department store with my mom. I think there's a bike. There's no wall on one side of the store, and I stand at the edge of the floor and look down to the floor below. I think maybe I jump.

I'm walking down the sidewalk and I see a car, maybe a cop car, speeding around the neighbourhood. Then I see a guy come around the corner, I think he has a dog and he's wearing a military type jacket. His face is weathered and angry. I cross the street and rush to get out of his path. I'm pretty sure he's the reason I saw the cop car a second ago and if he sees me, he'll take me as his hostage. He might have a weapon, a machete maybe. (Reading the news before bed, read about a machete attack).

I got to see my mom, but she tells me she's busy or has plans, or made plans even though I went out of my way to come see her. I get really mad at her and start yelling at her and crying and calling her names. She sits down and laughs it off. She doesn't look like my mom. She has long, dark, wavy hair and a thinner face.

For a brief second, I'm watching a slideshow of the art that I look at in real life before I go to bed. Except the slideshow looks more like huge squares of images floating in front of me, not really coming from a particular source.