Dreaming is Weird

Dreaming is fucking weird. Did you ever wake up and thank baby Jesus that it was just a dream? I sure as hell do. I had a dream that I won't forget the other night. Not because it was really cool or exciting, but because it was so fuckin' weird. In my dream I lived in an apartment that did not resemble my current apartment in any way. It almost looked like a hotel room and it was upstairs instead of underground like my current apartment is. It was also in the middle of a busy city somewhere. There was a guy in a trenchcoat that kept luring me outside the building to talk, but then when he talked, nothing but gibberish came out of his mouth. He would say something totally unimportant and I remember how confused I was. And then he would just say "I don't know", and walk away. When I would return to my room, items from my room would be missing. The strangest thing about the items that were missing was the fact that they were unimportant and/or weird items. For example, one of the times I came back into my room, the top half of both of my lamps were missing. "Who knows how to cut lamps so perfectly?", I questioned. And what did this person want with the top half of my lamps? Lamps are pretty useless when halved. And who did this? Was it a friend of the man that kept luring me outside? I'm guessing they were in on this together. And why was all the good shit still sitting around, untouched? My wallet and electronics remained in tact. No one will ever know who was behind this.