mr. mxylplyx

I'm standing at the back of a science classroom lecture hall, vaguely familiar to me, like a mix between the ones from high school and from last summer in Massachussetts with the IRT, and all of my classmates are vaguely familiar as well, like they're amalgamations of the people I knew then, though they're different. I was chillin' in the back with everybody, but now some of my homegirls want me to have ta come up to the front of the class and do something. The instructor gives me way, and I look out at everybody and say, "Well, I don't know what I'm supposed to do, so here." I start making funny faces, n' fire roll from out my ears and nostrils, in little patterns, puffing it out, making bigger faces. Everybody laughs, and so I thank them and take my leave. I head out the door and down the long grated steps, and I see tons of hot girls coming out of the building with me, though they're all a little young. I get outside and its that funny Times Square from a bunch of my other dreams (I've been there like a million different times in different dreams and in different scenarios). They're all going off to that big Malt shop, or a disco, or mall, or someplace that goes uptown. Actually they're going all over, just filing out in all different directions, and I want to go to with them all.
This reminds me a lot of highschool right then, and then all of a sudden I get distracted, because across the street from the great NY Public Library/school on Times Square-that's-not-really-Times-Square-but-very-Midtown-metropolitan-looking, I see a black cop in blue, old school Keystone Kop style duds hailing me over. I walk over ta him ta see what he wants, n' he tells me I ain't got a license, n' if I don't offer him some money he's gonna hafta take me in. I say, "Well ferget it, I ai'nt got nuthin'," an he bops me with his billy club and makes me fall over the rail chain in front of him on my face. A figure from across the street starts bellowin' and laughin' "Haw haw haw haw!!," n' I realize it's my ol' buddy Rene, who I ain't seen since high school (cuz the sonovabitch took the girl I liked, but I'd forgotten that here). I peep one eye open from the ground where I'm lyin' on my face n' see the old bastard, n' he shouts out ta me good naturedly "Still fuckin' up, ain't ya man!" I get up from the ground, dust myself off, and step over the chain ta come see him. "Pigs," I say with a shrug towards the officer who just stays standin' there behind the chain/rail with his hand out, lookin' like a cardboard cutout. "Whatryagonnado? Haven't seen ya in a while man, how've ya been?" I notice people walkin' through the streets, but now it's just normal people, not all hot chicks, and the street is turned to Union Square, by the old High School. "Yeah man, he says, evrybody'z all here," and I look down the street ta my left n' see all the whole gang there, some lookin' different, some lookin' regular, but all lookin' a lot younger, like 14 or sumthin'. They're all lined up, and lookin' like the crew from tha li' rascalls or sumpthin'. I yell out ta everybody there "Ayyy, ho!!! How ya doin'?!" Everybody's all smiles, and I go give out handshakes and slaps on tha back ta everybody, and get hugs n' kisses from the girls. I'm smilin' at evrybody, n' I think, this iz great. My buddy D is over here, who I still talk to all the time, but he looks young like he did back then now, n' so do I, too. But it's all normal, I just haven't seen most of these guys in a while, n' I say ta D, "We gotta all go ta Yankee Stadium!," cuz that's where ya can smoke a good cigar, n' watch tha Yanks play! He sez ta me "Cool man, but cool out wit everybody, we're all on the block now. Let's get some 40's n' bluntz." But I say, "Yankee Stadium's just ova heeeea"," n' it is, it's right down the block. So, ta get everybody off their ass, I wade on over into tha crowd, n' I take the shortest guy n' flip him over somebody's shoulder into the rest of 'em, n' he goes knockin' evrybody over, n' dey all start laughin'. Then I say "C'mon let's go," so we all walk down the block in a big pack like we used ta do, n' go up into the bleachers ta watch a night game n' smoke cigars, n' eat pretzels, n' drink sodas n' 40 ounces. Then, while the game's goin' I lean over ta my right n' tell everybody ta "watch this," cuz I hadn't gotten Dave yet. Dave sittin' drinkin' his beer, watchin' tha game, and I stand up and grab the bottom of the bleacher, and flip the whole row over. Dave goes tumblin' on his head, and we're all laughin', n' spittin' out pretzels! Even Dave's laughin' when he gets up. "He shouts out "Whattryadooin' son!" and then runs at me and attacks me, n' sayz "Don't u know I'm Lumpy son!!,"and Lumpy pours a 40 bottle on my head. Everybody's laughin', n' havin' agood time, n' i think ta myself, man, I've really missed all these guys. That's basically it right there, cuz I woke up kinda still laughin' after that, n' then shed a little figurative tear for all the good times.