Last Night, it was the twenties...

I was with my friend Meredith, she was my sister in the dream. It was the twenties and we had just witnessed a murder by a member of the powerful Korean mafia. He had spotted us and fearful that we would go to the police sent out his men to do us in. The whole dream was us just running and running, through corridors and alleyways, through movie theaters and the basements of hotels. We tried to hide in a group of students, but the men recognized us, they almost killed us right there, right in the sewers, but gamblers were throwing a game and we managed to slip loose once again. We ended up breaking into some one's hotel room to rest and dye our hair with ink and to change clothes. We thought about going to the police, but we didn't know who we could trust. We needed money, we needed to get out of the city. The city that seemed constructed out of pipes, underground pathways and alleys. The city seemed to be filled with steam and shadows. It had never been day there the entire time. We decided to sell blood to get some money to buy a train ticket, but they wanted two pints! I remembered what it was like to give just one, I didn't think I could do it. That was the end.