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I was walking down the street holding hands with my girlfriend (YW). It was on a street of the city where I work that is more or less the gate into the bad neighborhood and in waking life I feel anxious on that street. It was night time and the street was pretty deserted. We needed to get to my car. Ahead there were two homeless people; a couple. As me and my girlfriend approached them, we lost control of ourselves and walked between them. The man then fell over onto me. He was offended and thought that I had fell onto him. He then became enraged and attacked me but I fought him off and beat him. His partner was trying to take care of him as me and YW scurried away. We walked through some other settings, but all the while had an anxiety that the two were looking for me because we both lived in the same city and frequented the same area.

Later I was at the home of a girl I used to date (CL). It was a college neighborhood type place. She was kind of coming and going from the scene. I think she was flirting with guys and it also emerged that she had some kind of girlfriend. I wanted to tell her the story of the homeless guy. I began to tell her when some people from the zen meditation group came. I stopped the story while they were there because it seemed wrong that I would do something like that if I'm a Buddhist. When they left, I continued my story. She is also a Buddhist but somehow she understood and was somewhat admiring of me.

I'm on a boat. There are several strange phenomenon of which I remember one. A bull crashed through a window and into a room where there was a nurse. It is on a rampage but then falls down a deep hole out of sight.

I go onto the deck of the river. My dad and sister are there. We start tubing down the river. I am on the edge of a mass of people; a pyramid of tubers. Minding my own business this muscular, black, teenager guy comes up to me and starts threatening me. I am trying to remain calm and not get angry back (partly because I will not beat him in a fight). He punches one of my tubes (I have three stacked up) and then punches the other one, deflating them both. Finally, he leaves me alone and goes back to the edge of the river to walk down it with his grandmother. My sister and dad are still present as we drift further down the river. I am separated from them. I go up a kind of "reverse waterfall" that is reminiscent of the ascent on a log flume ride, but the water is moving upwards against gravity; I am floating on the water. Some experts explain that eels and tunnels are making this strange thing happen. On the other side of this water-up is a delta type scene. I relax on the banks and here somebody talking about Atlantic City.

Traveling down a river with my sister is a recurring theme in my dreams. Also, it is common for me, my sister, and my dad to be on a trip together without my mother.