Flip flops and the Harley Boys

Date: 9/13/2018

Preliminary notes Again, working at NYU. I have been assigned to work two weeks of nights and I am very upset. I am so upset that I show up at work wearing my nurses’ uniform and flip flops. I have to leave to get shoes. A very pleasant man with a mustache actually helps me get out of the hospital through an underground network of tunnels and corridors. He takes me to a store where there are car mechanics and one of them makes me a pair of shoes with some type of industrial material. I like the shoes, they are very comfortable although they look like cork wrapped around my feet with black electrical tape; he insists on getting me better ones. I have to go back to work and get into a subway station next to the shoe store. The station is large, complicated, full of tunnels, corridors and stairs. There is graffiti everywhere and the walls are stained with soot. I take the wrong train and get off at a station in the middle of nowhere. There are several guys, motorcycle rider types, who look very intimidating. It is very sunny but also very cold; the guys are actually very nice to me...they wrap me up in some sort of insulating material and we all get in their Camaro. Apparently we are not going back to work, we are going to boot camp. I love these guys, they are cool looking, funny and sweet and take care of me. They pick up a pair of real nurses shoes ( but I am still liking the others and don’t want to take them off). My mother starts running after the car yelling that I have to graduate and to stop the car, they are taking her daughter away but the cops don’t listen and I continue to ride with the Harley Boys. We are drinking dark Dutch beer. They “feed” it to me because I still have the insulating material wrapped around me.