Young Men with Knives

Last night I dreamt I was at the New Beverly theatre watching "Goodfellas." I could barely stay awake in the movie, and at one point I even laid down across several seats. After moving to the front row, I was startled by a loud commotion behind me, someone claiming that this kid had just tried to cut his ankle with a knife. As I looked back to see what was going on, I felt a sharp pain my ankle, and I looked down to see a kid no more than eight years old slicing at the back of my ankle with a knife. I grabbed him and pinned his arms behind him and drug him outside. "WHAT WERE YOU DOING? WERE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?" I screamed. "Yes," he replied. I called the police, but they never came, and in my dream I fell asleep and woke up in my bed, knowing that the boy and his three knife-wielding friends were gone, but still out there. And then I woke up.