I dreamt that I was in some crowded place together with my beloved. It was a street market of sorts, if I remember correctly. As we were wandering around, we became separated by a few steps. At some point a bunch of boys surrounded my beloved. About fifteen or sixteen, they started molesting her. Taller than them, she surrendered by raising her hands high above her head. When I rushed to her help, the boys ran away, but I caught one of them by the arm. Enraged, I yanked his arm behind his back with all my might. Then I pulled his other arm behind his back, as well. He did not resist. His arms seemed to be pulled out of their joints, but he remained completely silent. Dirty and smelly, he was a pitiful sight. As I was waking up, my thoughts turned toward the boy’s generation. They were dead meat, and they instinctively knew it. Robbed of the future, they became oblivious to the world around them. By the time I was fully awake, I could not trace this gloomy premonition with any precision. Urban mayhem? Global recession? Climate change?