I remember being in San Francisco. It was night time and I think people were after me; like the police or something. I knew I couldn't get away on the streets so I climbed up onto the roof of a building and ran as fast as I could. I was running very fast, like Sonic. The traditional triangular roofs because ramps and as I ran off them, I'd soar over three houses and continue. Finally, I got my to my old house. I was on the roof of a house across the street and I could look inside because there was an open window. There was just a hallway, though. After that, the dream continues and I remember all sorts of little pieces from either that dream or another one, before or after. They include, walking around a newly replanned Haight Street and wondering why everything was different. There was also throwing rocks at Steve's son or nephew's van, and a detective policeman strangling another one. Somewhere, somehow, at sometime, I wake up.
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