I just punched a ten year-old

After a particularly grueling workout this morning, and preparing for a night out dancing, I decided to take a nap. The following weird dream ensued.

I was in a large movie theater, at some film festival and Marty and I were sitting watching some documentary or deeper movie. Then it ended and I realized I had taken off my shoes and they had got stuck up in the row behind my seat. We were the last ones to leave, and we went and found our friends that we were with. I admired S's cell phone, which was shaped like a narrow can of sardines that colaped when you pressed on it. S asked me what time it was and I looked at this milky solar panel and lit behind it was the time. The cell phone had a solar charger built in.

Then I was in the lobby of a building with all of these families. There was a particulary bratty 10 year old boy, whining about he didn't want to go. I tried to explain to him that we all were going and he couldn't do his own thing. Then he shouted, "I can do whatever I want!" and I asked him "Can I do whatever I want?" and he said "Sur-" but before he had finished the word, I had punched him in the face. Hard. He tottered backwards, his eyes lost all focus and then started to crumple. I caught him and sat him in my lap, talking to him. I explained that we lived in a social contract and that people can't just do whatever they want because when they do, they infringe on the rights of others. His mother stood right by me, not saying a word. I could tell that she wasn't upset and wanted to have done this a long time ago, but couldn't because she was his mother.

Then I was in my appartment (I don't own an appartment -- I have never lived in a building like this one) and I was trying to get my mail. The mailbox didn't have my name, because I hadn't lived there very long, but it I found the number and I realized that I didn't have the key to get through a glass window that protected the mailboxes. I found the security guard to open it up, so I could get my mail, but I didn't expect there to be anything there, because no one really knew my address at this new location, but I should check to see if the previous tenant got anything interesting.

Let the psychoanalyzing begin!