#and give her a piece of her mind
I had a dream last night that I was house sitting in France for a lovely lady named Molly while she was out on holiday with her kids. She had a vintage mint colored muscle car that she parked outside of her house that I was admiring while looking out her front window and as I did, a tall man pulled behind it and parked his car, then proceeded to walk by and whistled at the muscle car. I poked my head out the window and said “Sir, can I help you???” but he ignored me.
He then said to himself “I bet I can open this up real easy.” took out something in his pocket, jiggled with the door lock and proceeded to just hop in the car and drove off??? I ran out and kind of stood there as he peeled around the corner in shock. I thought about calling the owner but thought TIME WAS OF THE ESSENCE and called the police instead.
The french operator on the other line was very patient with me and I explained that I was a foreigner housesitting and that my client’s car was just stolen and she responded with “SACRE BLEU! We must fix this at once, time is of the essence!” and I was like THATS WHAT I THOUGHT!! and I think I fell in love with her a little.
Anyway the guy’s car that he abandoned for the Muscle car was still there and I read the license plate and all the info I could find on it for the operator. I guess this is where a gap forms in the dream as some dreams do as maybe during that detective montage I left the house and sleuthed around and then came back to find that owner had returned!! And that the car was also sitting innocently back in in front of her house.
The operator lady was still on the phone with me this entire time and she was just as confused as I was. When I ran inside the house looked like it was ransacked, with broken glass all over that I distinctly remembered sidestepping. I thought someone had robbed the house, but Molly, the owner came flouncing out as if nothing was wrong. I asked her what happened and how did she get her stolen car back. But she was really dismissive like I was crazy and said there was a note in the car that explained everything. The operator on the other side listening was very suspicious at this point and was like ‘maybe that carnapper was her husband, mon dieu.’ and that this was all some elaborate test or setup to see how good I was of a house sitter.
Anyway, I woke up trying to find that note that explained why the fuck any of this happened. Sorry for wasting like five mins of your morning for this mildly unsolved mystery. But shoutout to that French operator who was my detective partner that entire dream.
