A Dream from May 4th in 2014

I had a dream that I was walking along Telegraph road to the old Starlight. I was me, but I was also me from years ago. Rachael was there. She was rejecting me again and again. She was talking about some story where it was so sweet and moving that people chose not to have sex. She said how we could be like them. I said that wasn't fair because it was entirely her choice. I was whiningly chasing after her. But I was also watching/seeing it. And I (the observer) was thinking how hard I (the actor/participant/etc.) sucked and how at the first sign of her crap I should have just gone off with another girl. As we were walking by the Arby's (which I believe was on the wrong side of the road) young teenagers kept crowding around me. I knew they wanted to pick my pocket. Apparently they'd tried before. I was well aware. And I knew what they were doing, and they knew that I knew. Eventually, somehow, as if by magic (because my hand was clasping my pocket shut and it was already zipped) they got it out and started taunting me. Somehow I was able to round them up, but they wouldn't confess. I tried beating them. Useless. So, somehow, I threw up on them. And they started throwing up. All over each other and me. And I kept making them throw up, while also throwing up, and beating them. And they gave me some of the stuff out of my wallet. But only to taunt me because I couldn't see who had it. And we were puking all over each other, and it was miserable. There was one kid, and i didn't know who he was, but I heard him talk, and I could FEEL him somehow. The others were breaking. He wouldn't and they drew their strength from him. And he was taunting me. Only rarely with words. But I could feel it.