07/Aug/2007. Some African miss and I are entering a dance club in USA. At the entrance a huge bald white guy with a tattoo around the eye (as if it were eye shadow) catches her and starts to forcefully kiss her. She resists but is no match to his strength. I watch on, thinking that a bouncer from the dance club would intervene. Somehow she manages to free herself and then starts to run towards her house, which is close by. I instinctively know that she wants to puke and I tell her that it is okay to puke by the roadside itself.

Anyway, she reaches her house and rushes to the rest room. I am standing at the door, looking outside. I see a slow moving car on the road below. I think this is quite suspicious; so I step out of the door and keep following the car with my eyes until it gets out of sight. This scares me, so I start to bolt the door. The problem is that the door is un-co-operative and it is only with some difficulty that I am able to latch it.

Just then, there are sounds outside the house - of a police officer interrogating a Korean. When I peep outside the door, I can only see the back of large police officer. The officer turns around and asks me to open the door so that he can check something (cannot recall what). So I open the door, only to later realize that the cop is the huge bald white guy from the dance club. Another smallish punk also barges into the house. They catch me and pin me down to the sofa. The small punk takes my pen and menacingly digs at my shoulder. To stop him from doing this, I offer my watch to him, which makes him happy. Then the big guy takes the pen and starts to push it into my back. It does not hurt as much as I think it would. At this point, the African miss comes into the room only to have the small punk jump on her. The large guy and I are talking and after while we realize that a struggle is going on between the other two. The African miss is proving to be quite strong for the punk. Looking at this, I pounce on the baldy and a full-fledged fight ensues. Another person appears in the picture to help me fight the baldy. Still, we have a tough time with him. He thrashes both of us royally. Then when he opens the door, he sees that some south Indian hero is trying to break into the house. This makes him very angry and he grabs the hero by his collar and yanks him into the house. Now, this hero is quite big too, so the fight is evenly matched. I too join in and after some effort, am able to twist one arm of the baldy far up behind his back. So far up, that the arm seems to have gone limp, as if all ligaments and muscles were torn. And then I do the same with the other arm - twist it to an even greater degree. In the meantime, I asked the African miss to call the police.

... and then it was day break.