In the first part, I was in Blockbuster or Best Buy or some store like that, but it was a lot smaller than those stores are in real life. I had a band-aid on my face, near my chin, and I was looking for the movies Batman Begins and The Dark Knight because apparently they were now being sold together in a special edition metal case. The metal case opened up and had the Batman Begins DVD on the left side and The Dark Knight DVD on the right side. The cover of The Dark Knight had Heath-Ledger-as-The-Joker on it and the rest of the DVD box was green. I ran into some people I knew but I didn't want to because I had that band-aid on my face and I was embarrassed about it, but then one of them told me that if I waited a few more weeks, they were going to release an even MORE special edition of those two DVDs in a set with a metal case that was tinted green and had The Joker's silhouette on the outside front cover of the metal case instead of just on the DVD box itself. I waited in line anyway to have the store clerk confirm that this was true and then it was getting dark outside and I could hear some hoodlums gathering in front of the store so I was getting really nervous.
In the last part of the dream, I was riding bikes with Boyfriend in San Francisco (read: up and down lots of hills) and we had just gone up one street when Boyfriend stopped and pointed to a bike that was resting against a street sign pole on the left side of the street. "Isn't that your bike that I bought you?" he asked. And sure enough, upon a second look, it was my baby blue bike that apparently had been stolen from me weeks ago. There was a bike shop on the right side of that corner so I naturally assumed that they had stolen it when I noticed that the front tire handlebars and springs had been replaced with more comfortable parts. I immediately hopped off the bike that I was riding and ran over to baby blue and took her. I rode her across the street and down a set of stairs into the front entrance of the bike store, looking for the manager to tell him/her that I was stealing my bike back, but there was only a sales person in there who looked at me and put up one finger to tell me that he'd be with me in a minute. I left the bike shop and went back outside to find Boyfriend waiting for me with both his bike, which he was still on, and my other bike, which he was going to guide like you would a horse. We went to my apartment and I rode the bike into my bedroom, which didn't have any furniture in it at all and that's when I noticed that there was yellow paint on the front tire and I was tracking it onto the carpet. I didn't care; I was just so happy to finally have my bike back. I called 411 to get the number of the bike store so that I could call to speak to the manager and offer to pay for half of the improvements they made on my bike - my bike was stolen and then they did these repairs, I didn't ask for those things to be done so why should I pay in full, right?? - but no one picked up. I rode back up towards the bike store and ran into a girl I went to high school with and we rode around the corner where the bike store was, waiting for someone to come out, but no one did.
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