The Papers.

Last night was weird.

Husband’s phone kept turning on & lighting up the entire bedroom. But, no calls, messages, or alerts.

My ears kept hearing strange noises.

Then, I dreamt that a burgular got in.
I called the police. Gave my address. Told them to get there. Quick! 4 hours later. They still didn’t show. So. I called again. (Change of scene, but same scenario.) Now, I’m at my parent’s house. And, the burglar has collected a huge, garbage bag full of paper. He’s still scrounging around. Stealing more papers from my dad’s office. For the 3rd time, I call the police. State my address. Tell them to hurry! They say they’re on their way. And, I believe them this time. Meanwhile, my family is sitting in the living room. Playing cards, quietly. And, the burgular is now watching the game! Everyone is nonchalant. Except me. I run outside. Around the back of the house. Toward the front. Finally thinking to escape. The cops show. About 8 of them. But, they aren’t dressed in uniform. Just regular clothes. Mostly pajamas. They’re walking languidly, and a few of them are yawning. I think they’re totally ineffective. But, I’m glad they’re finally there. They draw their guns…
And, I wake up.

What’d you dream last night?