My first night with a working iPhone led me to have a nightmare in which Dan got beaten up after fighting back against some thugs. Then while I was worrying about him, my iPhone, which was sitting in my car, got stolen, along with the car. For some reason in this dream, my iPhone worked as a car key as well. Then when I called the cops, they made that old "working in shifts" joke from Lebowski. And it all happened in San Francisco. Harrowing stuff.