You're telling me!

Yeah, I know what you mean. I had a strange dream last night wherein I was in a place that was sort of a combination of Carbonale and Hampden. I left my camera on a stone wall on a side walk. I saw a man come up and put it in his coat. I thought about it, got out of my car and went over to the man, who sat in the doorway of a cafe' at this point. He had the wrist-strap of my camera sticking out of his coat, and I demanded my camera back. He refused, so I stole his glasses from his pocket (being careful with them, mind you) and didn't give them back until he returned my camera. By then, a crowd had gathered, and they were angry with me. I don't know how, but I slipped away and heard people talking about me like kind of monster. Some young men confronted me and, I think, were going to teach me a lesson, physically. Their leader was reasonable and wanted me to explain myself and my cruelty. He wanted to know when I snapped in that situation. I don't know what happened then, new dream I guess.

I only mention it because my state of mind in the dream was like, "This asshole stole my camera, and I did what I had to to get it back, and I never even damaged his glasses, called him a name or touched him." I felt like I hadn't done anything wrong, but apparently the man was mentally ill or something in everyone's eyes, even though he was totally fine when I was struggling with him and when he stole my camera. I'm not sure what Justice is, but I thought that stealing his glasses until he returned my camera was justice enough, and we both had what was ours at the end. No one got hurt, etc. But the crowd thought I was some militant hard-ass with a cold heart who was out to hurt this guy who stole something expensive and dear to me. Their stupid dictates were that I let this guy have my camera just because he wanted it.

Well, now that I think of it, it's not that related to what you wrote, C-man, but I guess I needed to write about it. Nothing exceptionally insightful here. Sorry:)