So I had a dream last night.
After inheriting a huge old rambling house, I invited forty people to a party. Four hundred showed up, I had no idea who they were, and they trashed the house and wouldn’t leave for days and days. In my dream, I ended up calling the police, who came and used teargas to drive the party squatters out. As soon as the police left, all the party squatters came right back. The squatter-purging and returning repeated again and again, until I was awakened at 6:00 by one of the boys downstairs yelling, “Let’s start another fire!”
I’m sure this dream had nothing to do with the ten fourth-grade boys downstairs, laughing like maniacs as they held an all-night farting competition.