I had this weird dream...

I'm some sort of feral, Mowgli-type, kid. Sitting in the dark, scratching one side of some small animal's ribcage against the back of one hand. I break part of it off, exposing a sharp edge, that I use to pry the top off of a rectangular crate. My two associates, impressed with my ingenuity, empty the crate of the packing material and expose the bomb we were sent to steal. We are all pleased.

Flash to a ranch somewhere out West. I am with my friends Adam and Jamie, FBI agents, local police, and some local men willing to help. The Mythbusters and I have recently busted a Mafia myth, and now the mob is coming for blood. They are upset that we exposed their secrets. My parent's dog Moses, a great German Shepard, dead five years now, is there too, fit and healthy. We come under fire, I run, doing my best to dodge bullets, and somehow I succeed in making it to a stand of trees, where a man laying on the ground shoots and kills two gangsters who had been following me. He rolls over, aims at me, then laughs. It was that close, he tells me, showing me the small space between two fingers. Adam and Jamie are there too, and we all share a laugh. Eventually the sun comes up and we creep out to survey the damage. All of the mobsters have fallen, and most of the men who were protecting us. Moses is barking, he survived as well. We laugh again, because we won.

Now tell me, what do I do with my freetime?