I'm near the lake in Oakland, on Grand Avenue and MacArthur. My sister Kathy, wearing a pink shirt, is there with her daughter (which she does not have in waking) for some toddler birthday party. In a shop, there is a toddler dancing burlesque to The Clash, because she saw a woman dancing and now tries to imitate her.
Evening. I cross the edge of the Lake to get return of some food trays that I have. I head towards Holly's on Piedmont and 41st, passing people eating at picnic tables (sunny out?). The kid that sells peanut brittle (in waking) is following me, and I'm walking away faster & faster in high heels. He's making catcalls and generally being a creepy guy. Upon reaching the kiosk with a green awning, I turn around and thrust the food trays at him, which fall to the ground. "Is that what you want?!" I shout. I feel kind of bad, so I pick up the smaller, green food tray.
I start to return to my starting point. The peanut brittle kid is still following me, this time with a load of cash. He offers me a twenty. "No. I don't want your money," and I run off. I see a Tony-Devin hybrid, who climbs into the triangular roof space above someone's front door or window, big house. I follow, having a bit of trouble getting up there because of my patent leather high heels. He hands me a cigar, which is almost finished. I can't smoke it. I try to toss it away, it lands on my shin, and I suffer a slight burn.