Morning of April 18, 2015. Saturday.

I am living with my wife and children in a large unfamiliar apartment on the first floor of a large building in an unknown city. I get the clear impression that it is a dangerous area with a variety of different types of problematic people. It seems to be night for the most part. At one point, I am carrying around an oversize flintlock pistol and it seems to be a viable and realistic weapon (possibly a new gun based on the very old version). However, I do not need to use it at any point. Most of the problematic and rowdy people seem to be on another block presently, past the intersection from our street.

I eventually notice an extraordinary number of old cigarette butts on our sidewalk and continuing for a fair distance in the direction of the problematic area of the streets. This does not seem exactly like the previous fictional apartment in a recent dream, as it seems fairly large, though may also be on a corner. The setting towards the other direction of the street beyond our building is not very defined (in the opposite direction of where the majority of troublemakers are perceived to be) and even seems to be a "blind spot" of the setting where "nothing" exists (typical of some dream types). I walk a bit towards the intersection and as I do, I pick up several cigarette butts (though am not holding anything to put them in) and a couple other pieces of debris. I vow to eventually clean up the area but think about waiting until morning. However, I also get the clear feeling that if I clean up the whole sidewalk near our apartment building, people will become annoyed and come by to cause trouble or make it worse than it was before.

In the distance I see at least two rival biker gangs who appear to be yelling and fighting in the street but not in a violent manner (at least a small portion of the yelling seems to be friendly). People of all races are wandering about. Soon after this, I see a large army jeep going down the street, perpendicular to our street and going in a direction away from our location. Oddly, several adult males (including a male to the right of the driver) are standing up in the jeep as it goes by, all of them dressed in pristine early 1970s boy-scout uniforms (with shorts and of a pale green color). This creates a sort of unusual sense of completeness and balance (even though in afterthought they look a bit silly) and a slight awareness of presumed authority. I get the sense that they may be part of a formal neighborhood watch or something similar, though they do not stop anywhere in the area. My dream is clearest at this point but quickly fades.