I go into a nightclub (which is near my house) with a group of friends. The clothing of my friends is strange, almost asexual, hippie style (necklaces, long and wide slacks, hats). Going through the door, the décor changes (the dream is in color); we are in a big theatre. We look for a place, because there are a lot of us. A couple of sweethearts are in our way. D. and A. pick a fight. The boy gets up; then I get in and kick his hand, in which there is a lighter. He's gotten scared, my friends stop me. The boy picks up his lighter and asks me how old I am. I ask him why and he tells me so that he will know which of his younger brothers to send to me because I am such a kid.