killed by a hobo

I was going somewhere with my sister and a sister of my grandmother, Teresa, who suddenly decided to defecate in a building nearby. There was a big bird's turd in the entrance. It looked more like a green whipped cream on a cake. When we entered the staircase, Teresa pressed the first button she encountered on the wall. Even though she is almost blind, she probably tried to turn the light on, but the button was a door bell to one of the flats. Anyway, she went upstairs, assisted by my sister. While going up Teresa said, that she poops here frequently. I went outside, for I didn't want to explain anything to anyone who might appear in the door, that she rang at.

I started to stroll along the street. At one point I spotted a police car that entered the pavement and started to drive towards a group of three people, who looked suspicious. I couldn't figure out if it was three hobos or two hobos and a policeman. And if it was a policeman, I wasn't sure who was lead by whom. Anyway, when police reached them, they started to talk, but I could feel that something wrong is gonna happen there. So I passed them and without looking at them, I rushed ahead. One of the hobos started to chase me with a gun. I felt that I'm shrinking and getting younger - I was now young boy from primary school with a big schoolbag on my back. I entered KFC restaurant and tried to hide behind the tills, but this shelter was obvious. Armed hobo, after encroaching upon the restaurant in haste, went toward me. I knew that he can find me in an instant so I jumped on his back and tried to strangle him, what was rather impossible, for he was big guy. Then he shoot me to death.


Then I woke up.. and again I found out that I woke up to another dream, which was short and not really interesting:

I basically was standing in front of the mirror and I could only see my head on its bottom. I felt paralyzed and thrilled.

Then I really woke up.