In my dream, I'd procured some really hard-to-get circus tickets for my family but this gangster guy and his lackeys were trying to take them from me, so we fought, and I ended up swinging his body against the floor so many times he was obviously dead or half dead. I put him in a plastic bag and dashed him against the floor some more. There was a hand poking out a little bit from the bag and I stuffed it back in.
One of my brothers and I decided to escape and disguise ourselves. We were walking through alleys and I had to make sure our plastic bag with the dead gangster in it didn't look too suspicious (double bagging, woot). We ducked into a brothel/love hotel that was also an illegal hair salon. The woman told us to go in room 405 and wait, and said if there was still a man in there "he'll leave soon." I considered getting bleached blonde or pink, with bigtime bangs covering my eyebrows and face. My brother couldn't decide.
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