I dreamt that pirates came and took everything that was important to me.  
They took my keys and my bear and the watch that was my father's and they 
laughed and had no remorse and I asked them why they did it and all they 
said was "because we are pirates.  that is what we do."  They were just 
normal people though, one of them had  been born in San Francisco.  More 
jarring than losing everything, however, was how they had no remorse about 
it.  They did not care that they were causing me so much sadness.  I ran 
away, finally, and decided how to rebuild the life I wanted from scratch.  
It actually turned out pretty well.  I found a nice place to live.  I got a 
job with Apple in France.  Art was made.  Life went on.