In the driveway at Moms house. Playground equipment set up, some of which we had a patent on. Night. Car comes down the drive. Its someone who wants to dismantle and steal our stuff. Megan is close enough to see whats happening. This huge, tree trunk of a guy starts taking something apart. I hesitate to make a move because hes so fucking huge and I feel so unprepared and unskilled. Then without quite consciously deciding to, I start this little ginga-esque dance around him. At first I feel a little like a dancin fool, but I can see the guy is taken off guard. I wham him one in the nuts with a kick, and while hes discomfitted, my heretofore silent ally, who was asleep or drugged or depressed and generally out of service before, comes up and buffets the guy a few times. My ally is not up to full strength, but we are at least doing some damage. However, it is not enough. The intruder starts to gloat because we all know we wont hold him off forever. Then all these dark-skinned young people, like upper teens, early twenties, taut and dreadlocked, swarm up out of the night. Motherfucker! I cackle with glee, because I know these people and I know theyre on our side. Smiling, they encircle the big lout, and dispatch with him so efficiently he disappears.