Some random guy got into my dreams last night.
I was hanging around in a bicycle cellar with kiddo. I think I was teaching him about the invention of the wheel. ....
The guy kept talking to me like I was for sale. "Yes. You look good. I'll take you... "
I hated his smile.
I felt bad. I didn't want to hurt him but I was Not going to let him take me away from kiddo.
I got aggressive and shouted at him. I remember feeling very good about myself and I felt strong and liberated because I could attack him verbally.
We fled. I grabbed kiddo and ran out the door. The man did not follow.
I think he lost interest after I had emasculated him with my words.