I'm with a small posse on a mission: to stop a band from playing. The band is called Freak Monster or something like that, and it's not just that they suck: they are pure evil. If they play it will cause very bad things to happen. They are supposed to play tonight after Saturday Looks Good To Me, a good band who will surely perish at the hands of Freak Monster if we don't act. We have no physical weapons, only our own energy is effective against them.

We are on our way to the venue to prepare our plan, but we know right now we don't have enough energy between us to defeat them. So, in a subway station, we attempt to recruit some people. First we try telling some girls that they should make out with us, because this will increase our energy. Even though this is true (in the dream), we know chances are they will refuse in disgust, which they do. But then somehow, we manage to convince them to come along with us instead, and contribute their own energy. So we take the subway down to some single-digit street and then get out, and go to another train station. It's a station for the 1 train, but in the dream the train is elevated there, and the stop looks more like a real-life bus stop. When we get there, one of the posse's mother is involved in some kind of event with a street food vendor who is set up in a truck right beside the bus stop-looking train stop. The mother has brought many bags of food, and the event is some kind of food collaboration between her and the vendor. We just stand around and watch things happen very quickly, or maybe we eat some food. Someone remarks that a passerby would probably think the mother had "come to borrow some things!" Everyone has a good laugh.

After a while the event ends and we are all waiting at this now deserted train/bus stop, and I suddenly become frustrated that we have been here so long and no number 1 train has come. I say as much to the group, and just as I do a 2 train passes overhead, not stopping of course. I notice that the number 2 in the back window of the train looks as though it has been sloppily drawn by hand with a black marker on a white board, but I don't think much of it. I decide to break off from the group, at least temporarily, and try to find a thrift store, which had been my other goal for the day. I find one on Columbus avenue's 84th street block, which in the dream is somehow near 14th street. The place has a whole lot of magazines scattered around, and a lot of items that don't even look like anything, just strange sculptures. I see a newspaper article taped onto a window inside the front area of the store, and discover that the whole store is a piece of art created by the owner. It discusses the different dominating shapes and so on, a typical art review. I look around a bit more as I read, then decide the store doesn't have much to offer me at this point, since no individual items within it are for sale, and move on. As I exit I see the rest of the posse across the street, and am glad they were able to make the decision to simply walk the rest of the way to the venue, which evidently is near 14th street.

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So unfortunately I never got to face Freak Monster in the dream, but I am going to see Saturday Looks Good To Me tonight, so who knows what will happen. I was also intending to go to a thrift store today, but I got angry when I looked at a list of them on the web and they seemed to all be way on the east side. So I took a nap instead.