We are on a suburban neighborhood street, and we are in some sort of gang. I don't recall who else, but there are four or five of us. One is my brother Dave, who somehow gets pushed and coerced down the street, deep into other gang territory. He's fist-fighting his way all along, and some of us go in after him, but we don't fight. They seem bigger than us. When we reach Dave (still following the one street) he suddenly breaks free and runs back to our territory. We follow, though now it seems that we have the dominant strength, so I am wondering why we don't fight it out where we are.

We get back to our home turf and Dave sits down, tired and banged up, though not seriously. I ask him why we didn't fight it out, and he says that it's too cold for fighting - if you get beat up, you'll have to lay there in the cold for a while. It doesn't seem cold.