I had a really weird dream last night. I dreamt I was working in retail, and I had this one customer who regularly greeted me with a -blam- you with no provocation. One day, while driving, I noticed her cat was in from of me. In this moment, I did what any disgruntled retail worker would do, and broke into her house and knocked her unconscious. I then began to dance. It was a mimicry of the dance done in that scene in reservoir dogs before they cut that guy’s ear off. Perhaps that was what I was going to do, but her teenaged son walked in halfway through my dance. Apparently, she was as good a mother as a customer, as he just looked at me and said “so I can do whatever I want now, right?” and who was I to stop him. And by god, so long as his mother was in the same room with a retail worker with his share of grievances, he became the best soccer player/fighter pilot in the galaxy. Here’s the scene, for reference: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=736CcdvsR0g