Dreamed last night that I was struggling with a particularly persistent and inventive band of car thieves desperate to get their hands on my poor innocent Clio. I walked up to my car to find them lurking around it and obviously trying to figure out how to get in. I shouted ‘OI!’ at them, but they just looked at me briefly and ignored me. So I pulled my mobile out and called the police. They watched me with amusement for a few moments, then casually sauntered off down the street. After they were out of sight, a police car turned in to the road. I sighed with relief and unlocked the car. Policeman promptly jumped out of police car, sat in my car's driving seat and started the engine, then turned to me to reveal that he was one of the same group of car thieves. I somehow managed to open the driver's door, kick him out and drive away, whereupon my car developed some sort of fault and he came after me in his phony police car.

At about this point I woke up, thankfully. I often have strange dreams, but very rarely have actively bad ones; but that was definitely one. It wasn't so much fear for my own skin; the bad guys at no point gave the slightest indication that they had any interest in causing me physical damage. It was the sheer feeling of helplessness at the thought that everything I could think of to get rid of them had been anticipated and prepared for.

I think I preferred the previous dream, which was much more fun.