The Bike Dream.

I am in downtown Phoenixville, in a cafe. The road is unpaved, the buildings are monotone and taller than usual. It seems to be an older town. There are no roads perpendicular to the main one, no bridges in between. It is near sunset. I am talking to hipster girls in a circular chair arrangement, and remember my bike is not locked. I go outside, and a few people out of the massive crowd of street-walkers points me down the street to where the bike thieves went. I catch up to them far down the road, and they are shocked by my arrival and escape. I get my bike back. On several occasions, my bike is re-stolen by different townspeople, still without a lock. As more people steal my bike, and i get it back everytime, many people grow to hate me and seem to gang up to steal my bike. At one day, i go outside to check on my bike, and a skater boy is handing it off to a relatively overweight woman with a black tank-top and black and green dyed hair. She runs from me, and passes through a small door on the side of the cafe building. We end up in a cluttered room, part of other rooms. I am hitting and shoving this person to get them to give up the bike, which she doesn't seem to have anymore, but i know she has taken it from me. Finally, she gives up after i put her into submission. I apologize for being rough, and a large muscular boyfriend of hers comes in, and she turns on me, blaming me and claiming i hurt her. The boyfriend yells at me, and so does she. But i escape.