I was in a train station with Kasia and another girl (possibly our friend Jen B.) when suddenly two guys came up and spit on them. One of the men was wearing a green and white horizontally striped short and as he ran off the other girl turned and looked at me as if to say "Well aren't you going to do something?!"

I ran after him but he was always just a bit too fast, and as I ran through the various rooms of the station I eventually lost track of him. As I ran into the last room at the end of the station I encountered a turnstile and beyond it was a bunch of security guards and a line of people waiting to be screened as if we were at an airport. I jumped the turnstile and as I did I could feel my entire body start to buzz. I was surrounded by guards ready to arrest me but as I tried to catch my breath I described the man in a green striped shirt, exclaiming "We gotta find him!"

One of the guards went up to this makeshift metal platform that acted as a loft and sounded an alarm. He pulled out a walkie-talkie and started to notify the rest of the station and suddenly I started to wonder if I would get into trouble once they realized that they were going through all the trouble just for a guy who spit on my friend.

Just then the guard looked at the clock on the wall and said "Oh and the clocks stopped too. Right now they say 2 o'clock pm, 1980."

The girl I who had been spit on had caught up with me and we looked at each other as if to say "Could it be true?" She had her headphones on and was listening to Cyndi Lauper, and I wondered if her music was even available in 1980.

We went outside and peered back into the windows of the station, which now looked into the bedroom of the man who spit on her. I climbed through the window and thought for sure he would notice me, but he didn't. I suddenly realized it was because we didn't exist in 1980 (not true, lol!) and therefore he was unable to see me. He was laying in his bed and I went up to him, pulled a sheet over his face, and punched him on the head as he writhed around wondering what the hell was going on.

The dream ended with me and Kasia in a house putting our pants on. I accidentally put hers on and the waist was so high it came up to my chest and I wondered how she was able to wear them. It occurred to me that I would be running a race the next day so I took her pants off and searched for my red jogging pants so I could run a few laps in anticipation of the big day.