I had this recurring dream when I was young. I was about 10 and we were living on West 11th Street. I had a pathological fear of burglars. I was more afraid of them than of spiders or monsters. The dream was that this van stops somewhere on my street.
Guys get out.
The lead guy seems to be wearing a psychedelic top hat. The other guys have guns. They walk up and down the street and see me looking out the window. They come to break the window. I dream about former Congressman William Ryan from the Upper West Side.