Dream

So, it came...  An ugly or whatever Asian boy did something opening the trunk and was coming the back of the car.  My mom was driving.  She kept locking the front door and it didn't work.  The back door locked.  I think I got out and ran and fought him off using our arms.  His teeth seemed like maybe there was saliva on them you couldn't see bubbles or slime or anything from.  Is he Asian American?  Anyway.  It was like a road you might see on TV, disheveled grass, a gray maybe sorta uneven road but mostly flat or curved.  The car was old, like the one from my Gramma I used for piano when I wanted to take ballet in a city where there was none but far away in the city where maybe we should have found transportation?  I don't remember what happened.  There was something like college and food involved and I was tired in a car and gonna use my cell phone to transfer money to eat.  I remember then I guess it was like a banquet with all kinds of people I knew, like my family and saw my dad maybe across the table somewhere, a stereotype of a nurse in the nursing home...  It wasn't a very long table.  It had a white tablecloth.  So, I felt like Andre Rieu was holding me like a toddler to his chest, but it looked like I was sitting next to him.  I just moved in a little closer, like from 2 feet or 1 1/2 feet away to a little less.  He seemed a lot bigger and more taller, sitting down, in a lot of ways.  So, it was that before I was scared I was gonna die from that boy, technically.  Now, it was that I felt scared of the party.  So, I got to be close to him.