The journey of JussiKala

I found myself in a city. This city looked quite depressing. The streets were of yellowish stone with a bit of sand on top, buildings were of the same yellowish stone. Streets were cramped. There weren't too many people on the streets. Maybe a couple of people per block. The searing heat from the sun made walking there almost intolerable. The clothes people had on looked very arabic in nature. What you would expect to see from saudi arabia / northern africe a hundred years back or so. All in all, it was either a third world country, or I was living in the past, near the equator.

I was carrying a djembe. (A percussion instrument of african origin). I found myself a place to sit with a few people that would hear me play. And I played a little beat there. Apparently I was a beggar, who tried to gain any money he could by performing on the streets.

A fight arose between me and a couple of other people (also beggars, street performers) when I'd taken the place they usually use. They threatened me with violence. So I left.
------I wondered around the streets a bit and chose another location in which to do the same thing all over again. However, that did not last for long. Apparently the other beggars were serious about being the only ones on the same part of town. They appeared to me and said that I'd better get out. I ran away at this point

They (the two of them) got after me, though not running. Just light jogging.

I quickly turned around the street corner and panicked. I needed to get out of here quick. I went to the market area of the block. I found a small closet like room on the side of one of the houses which was not locked. I opened it and went inside. The door had cracks, and I saw how the other beggars passed it. I waited a while before coming out of there. I found another place to perform near me and strarted. Didn't take long for me to be found by the other beggars. I ran away again and they ran after me full speed.

I managed to find a cellar type structure near me, with a metal mesh as a window to the street. I cramped myself in there, trying to not make noises so that they wouldn't realize to look in my direction when they walked past me. After this I took my knife from my backpocket.

I left my djembe there and started creeping around the town centre. I quickly saw where one of the beggars was and creeped behind him, and stabbed him in the shoulder. The other beggar saw me from 20 meters away and was terrified, left his junk there and ran behind the corner.


END DREAM

Dream end was not sudden, yet that's the last thing I remember, really.