I dreamt that I was a Thai kick boxer, and my sensai was murdered. As an act of revenge, my brother and I took control of the grocery store that the murderer was night manager of. We drove all the customers out into the parking lot, and proceeded to cover the windows with phosphorescent paint and swing a sheet-covered, glowing ball tethered to a stick; all part of our plan to convince the public that our dead sensai had returned from the dead to haunt the grocery store.

In all the confusion, we slipped out the back door with foodstuffs and escaped to the hills. Somehow we were spotted from the grocery store parking lot. We were followed. We made our way to an apartment complex and split up. I tried to mingle inconspicuously with the tenants, but the people that followed us from the grocery store found me. But they just stared at me silently and tried to be my friend. More and more surrounded me, like a zombie fellow shipping committee. I tried my best to resist, but they eventually made me feel welcome.