Dream

I walked thru a ruined city at night. It looked like a warehouse district. It looked like Grand Theft Auto 3. I came up to a drop off with a parallel staircase made of concrete. Three hoodlums cut me off and I tried to get past them and ignore them. It seemed they wanted to rob me. I think they were black and gang members. I jumped down a flight of stairs. It was more like controlling a video game character in 3rd person than doing it myself. It was choppy. A second gang of three attacked me. They shot me with guns and beat me with bats. I got very low health and passed out on a ledge. I woke up right away and ran for my life. They were slow like video game enemies. I think I was shot once more, red spot on my shirt.
I came to a field between warehoures. It was day. I think Mom was there. Ashley was there. I put my arms around her. Mom took a photo of us. I put my hands over her boobs. We all walked. I kept touching her. I felt her hips and lifted up her shirt to see them. I saw her underwear. Her hips were unusually tan and I said she had beautiful hips and she was surprised. I said she was perfect or something. She asked if there was anything lacking about her. I put my hand to her breast. She confirmed asking if her boobs were too small. I dodged the question but sort of said yes in a half-hearted way. I told her that I had almost died four or five times.
I was in some kind of museum, like Magorium's Wonder Emporium with junk and colors everywhere and things hanging from the ceiling. Mom was there. We went downstairs to a gift shop. We looked at the paintings of a Japanese artist. I recognized one and was excited that I had found it again and found out who painted it. He had one name or just went by his last name. It started with A, like Anamato. There was one painting that Mom really didn't like. I told her it looked like the cover of a video game.It was black and white of a man floating in the foreground and yellow light pouring from him like her was the sun towards a city in the background. I asked her why. It was the cover of a book. She said she is irritated by overt patriotism to the USA, which was apparently in the book. I found a desk for listening to an audio book. I picked one of three earphone sets, thinking about the people who used it before me. It was some kinda sailing story. I think someone had listened to the story and left when the study questions came up. I started answering them, but I had no idea. Questions were spoken to me and I was to speak the answer into the microphone in the headset. I was about to say something into the microphone. I saw a girl nearby watching me. A small part of me was embarrassed, but a big part of me didn't care at all.