The Nightmare of a Mugger

The mugger, and his friend that I was just now noticing, made sounds of disgust as they danced away from the puddle of vomit forming under me. They took this opportunity to rifle through my jacket and pockets as I fruitlessly tried to bat them away. The smallest details would come to me right before they happened. It had never been an entire day and I certainly didn't live those dreams before they came to pass. You're not supposed to be able to feel pain during a dream and I felt quite a bit of pain. But there was nothing to do but roll with it. I got a free doover I guess.