my mom was having a hard time figuring out which streetcar to get on. we were in a yard full of streetcars. they were all shutting down for the night. mom ended up getting on one that looked like a milk truck, and i thought it was the wrong one, but she seemed confident.

i started walking back by myself and this creepy little old man started coming up to me and saying creepy things and trying to grab at me. he was really short, with a bald head and a beard and a bulbous nose, like a dwarf from snow white, only homeless and smelly and lecherous. i had to hit him in the head with a rock repeatedly. he kept following me.