Fever dream last night = Bummer

My dream last night was that someone took me to see the "Mods" in San Francisco. But it turned out these were not scooter-n-zipper-boot Mods, rather a distinct local wastoid group. These SF Mods were grizzled, filthy longhairs who all shared certain facial disfigurements-- all of them had one eyeball popping way out from the socket, and darkened, shattered teeth. They were all into huffing metallic-gold paint, so most of them had a gold corona around the lower half of their face too. The Mods all lived in this one totally rotten ramshackle house on what I think was Haight Street, wedged in between two new big glass and steel Hard Rock Cafe type restaurants. Their house had a bunch of wrecked bicycles shoved halfway through the outer walls of the second storey as if by a tornado.

in my dream i lost my kitty cat in a shower room in a large industrial mill building. the room was also cluttered with broken furniture and dusty things.