My dream involved waking up and going into the living room and noticing the piano was missing. I then ran to my den, where everything was missing, then the kitchen, where the phone was gone, as well as my wallet, then I noticed all the paintings had been removed, too. I went to call the police but, of course, had no phone (the cell phone was gone, too). And it went downhill from there, and it was one of those hyper realistic dreams.
Prior to that, I'd had a dream that I was in court with the bad people and they'd apparently done some new frivolous lawsuit and the Judge told them they'd lost the case and he was tired of frivolous lawsuits and they were going to jail. I know where that one came from - yesterday's rant about Miss Hilton.
