I don't very often remember my dreams... but I have had two this week that merit mention. Last night, I dreamt I was waiting in line in front of a refrigerator that looked like it was in my recently deceased grandmother's rowhome just outside Philly. I was at the front of the line (which only consisted of four people), there was a short man behind me, what turned out to be his kid to my right and behind me (he was big) and my father behind him.

So, I'm minding my own business in line (probably waiting for the fridge to open) then the little kid to my right is suddenly rubbing up against me. I wait a couple long seconds and he is still there, practically humping my right leg. I think I told the kid, more or less, to back off and move a little bit. He acquiesced. A second later, his father is doing the same thing from behind me. This is clearly a reaction to me telling his kid not to hump my leg. So, I don't think I threatened the guy, or even asked him to move... I grabbed the guy and started slamming his head in the fridge. That was about it.

The other dream was from Friday, I think... I robbed a supermarket.