I'm sitting down on something that is moving. Maybe it is a cart or a carriage of some sort. My legs are crossed and they are showing outside the outfit I'm wearing. Some Muslim men see my legs, point to them and tell me to cover them.
I'm a Jew. Some men throw stones at me. I keep calling them "shticks". (I have no idea what this word means.)
I'm looking through the CD racks at a library. I'm looking at CDs that feature brainwave entrainment to help one have dreams.