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Last night I dreamed that they caught the guy who robbed our house. It was a big, fat, balding guy, and the officer showed up with him at our house. I was ready to punch and kick him, but then the officer told me that he was going to put back all our DVDs in the correct order (which would have been a task considering at that time they were divided by genre and then arranged alphabetically). Apparently this was good enough for me, so I called Liz into the second bedroom and we watched him with glaring eyes. None of the other stuff was mentioned in my dream, only the DVDs.