Dreamt of trying to eat my lunch in a cafeteria. There was plenty of space between the circular tables, but the old man passing behind me rubbed his belly against the back of my head anyway, apparently oblivious to what had happened. The next old man was holding not his wife’s arm and she lead him close enough that his elbow whacked me in the back of the head. The third old many rubbed his belly against me, and by this time I was very angry. The thought of shoving him away from me crossed my mind, but knew that was not a good thing to do. So I resisted the urge.