Last night I dreamt that I went to my parked car and it had been broken into. My CD player was missing as well as the seats. Well, not the seats per se, but the cushions in the seats. I freaked. I almost dialed 911, but that's for real emergencies, so I was going to run home and find the police station's number. But seeing how I was downtown, I finally and stupidly figured out that I could just go into the police station ACROSS THE STREET. I spent the rest of the dream filling out forms. No clue.