This was a dream I had awhile ago going through rough times. It was late, and I was walking down the street of my hometown. I passed a simple bar, nothing unusual. Almost nearing a crosswalk, I noticed an extremely wasted man walk out of the bar, holding an empty beer bottle in his hand. He unexpectedly lunged at me, toppling me to the ground. Lifting the beer bottle, he smashed it against my right leg. I jerked awake after that, feeling the same pain of the glass in my calf. I checked just in case, and was horrified to see a small amount of blood trickling from a cut on my leg.