I was to walking to university and it was very cold outside. The wind was biting at my skin, and although I recognized the buildings around me they didn't seem to be in the right places. I didn't exactly know the direction I was going in at this point, so I started to walk back to my apartment. There was a group of scary men behind my apartment in a back alley, one was sitting down playing the guitar. I sat beside him and my anxiety drifted away. We sang together, but then the other men came up to him and smashed his guitar to pieces. I apologized to him but he said there was nothing I could do to stop it. I left him feeling grief.