So about an hour ago at about 3:00 in the morning, I started dreaming about a woman yelling. Shortly thereafter, I realized that I was not actually dreaming–the woman was unfortunately all too real.
She was hysterical and hollering bloody murder in the middle of 50th and Keystone at the top of her lungs. When I took a look outside, I saw that she had managed to stop some unfortunate lady driver and was wailing “I don’t knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!” over and over again and something about being lost for a long time. This ruckus managed to continue for a good fifteen minutes as the woman seemed quite determined to communicate only through prolonged syllables and loudness. I watched to see if there was anything I could do, but the situation resolved itself. I, however, still have no idea what the heck just happened beyond what little I could make out from their conversation. The woman seemed very upset… and drunk?
Can anyone tell me what that was all about??