Intruders!

I dreamt that I woke in the night (not unusual recently), hearing noises in the house. Not just the usual possums ballroom dancing in the ceiling, but something louder, like people moving about the kitchen and the hallway, creaking on the floorboards. Initially I felt groggy and unable to move, but eventually woke up enough to go and confront them, holding a towel (!) for protection.

I burst into the kitchen, and found 4-5 blokes in dark suits and sunglasses in there. I gurgled something at them, attempting to shout at them to get out, which they did, running out through the back door. I ran back, grabbed my camera, turned it on and turned the flash off (so they wouldn’t see it go off) and took some pictures of the men as they ran out, which given it should have been nighttime and dark, and they were running, and the flash was turned off, came out remarkably clear, and I was feeling very damn pleased with myself that I could take the pics to the police.

At some point the running men all stopped and came back, convinced me that their intentions were good, that they hadn’t been trying to break in or burgle, merely to deliver a surprise package, which was in the kitchen. Sure enough I found it and opened it, and it turned out to be a big picture of me, getting shaved for a charity day (something like the World’s Greatest Shave or Bluey Day or one of those, though in real life I’ve never done it).