melted ice cream

I'm grocery shopping with The Bf and we decide to buy some ice cream. My parents or his parents (I can't recall) call him up and tell us to stop by their house to say hello. I'm worried about the ice cream melting in the car but I tell him we'll stop by really quickly.

Next thing I know, we're home and I recall telling The Bf to bring our groceries in. A couple of minutes pass by and we're watching a television show on our couch. I go to the kitchen and realize our groceries aren't here. I yell at him and ask him if he brought in the groceries, knowing he didn't. He forgot. We run out to the car that's parked in an underground parking lot. We open the car and get all the other groceries out. There's melted ice cream all over my trunk. 

I am SO sad because I was really looking forward to eating the ice cream. He tells me to keep the box and we'll go to the supermarket tomorrow and just tell them to give us a new tub of ice cream since this one melted. I tell him we'd have to buy one but he tells me his friends have done this before and apparently, the store just gave them ice cream for free.

And then... I wake up.

biking with a crazy man

It's dark outside and I'm biking home towards my studio. I see out of the corner of my eye, a man biking next to me. I look over and he's talking to himself, he seems a little crazy. I try to bike faster but he seems to be going at the same pace as me. I look over again really quick and now I feel bad because I think this man is also intellectually challenged. He looks over at me and says, "I don't mean to be biking next to you, I swear. I'm just going the same way".

I try not to get too scared because he's obviously following me. I turn left at the corner and try to bike my way up the hill but it's too steep. I'm floating in the air and I pretend to accidentally hit this man in the face with my bike (all this is in slow motion). It doesn't hurt him. I pretend it was an accident so he doesn't get too mad at me. He doesn't. I land back on the ground and he grabs my wrists really tight. It's hurting but I don't panic. I tell him, "I need to go home really quick because my family's waiting for me. My mom will get worried. I'll come right out, I promise." I'm trying to make him trust me so I can go inside and call the police but he won't let me go. Finally, he does, and I'm walking away really fast, telling him I'll come right out.

I walk up the stairs and realize he's following right behind me. My family's having a huge dinner and they're wondering who this man is. I mouth, "Help me" and tell them in French to call the police. I introduce him to them and them to him, pretending that I was simply saying in French that he was my friend. My cousin, who's a policewoman, takes her cell phone out and asks this man if he has any money. It was some sort of tactic for something. I pretend it's not strange for her to ask for money and I tell her, "I told you not to ask strangers for money" while winking. The man catches me and says he saw me wink. I tell him I was just blinking, but he doesn't trust me. My cousin gets on the phone and starts talking in French [Didn't know American cops spoke French].

Firefighters come up the street with their sirens blaring. The man knows he got caught. I go towards the back of the room where my parents are in case he wants to grab and hurt me. Some guys come in and give him shots in the neck to put him to sleep so they can take him away. I turn around and start crying because I feel really guilty that this is all happening to him because of me.

And then... I wake up.