always willing to give

I must share this dream, as it is so totally bizarre. Last night i dreamt that zieak and i were laying in bed when we saw headlights shining through the window like someone had pulled into the driveway. By the time we got to the window to look, it was daylight, so headlights wouldn't have shown up anyway. We saw the chiropractor and his wife (*names withheld - this IS the internet) rushing up to the house, looking in the windows and knocking on the front door frantically. They didn't even wait for us to answer the door, they just let themselves right in. We threw on robes and ran downstairs to see what the hell was up. She was holding a small cardboard box with some paper taped on the outside. Written on the paper was "Oct. 4. Thanks for the meth." There was also a phone bill or something attached to the box. She proceeded to explain that the box had been delivered to them because their phone number was one digit off of ours. They were furious and were on their way to report it to the police. I of course freaked out, feeling embarrassed and scared, even though we had no idea where it came from. Zieak started calmly talking them out of their rage, and by the time he was done, had the box in his hands. At this point, the chiropractor turned into Tom Cruise (*what can i say - it's a dream!) and he plopped in front of the television. There just happened to be a Tom Cruise documentary on which he became mesmerized by. I tried drawing his attention away with a compliment, "Tom, i like your shirt." (He was wearing a see-through lace button-up shirt.) But he was infatuated with himself on screen. And that was where i woke up, confused yet entertained. I've often thought of leaving a small journal next to the bed to jot down these completely random dreams. What a book that would be to read to the grandkids!