Good thing I slept alone last night... ...because I had the most bizarre dream which ended in violence...

→[More:]I dreamed that I got home one day and found that the wall that divides my combined living room and dining room from the front entry way, staircase, and hallway leading to the kitchen had been completely demolished. On my kitchen table was an invoice from a contractor for thousands of dollars. I called the contractor to say I hadn't asked him to do this. Just as he picked up the phone on his end Maria, a cleaning lady from my office arrived, saying she was there to clean and bringing with her a dozen mentally handicapped people. They were all making so much noise I asked Maria to take them out into the back yard until I was free to speak to them. She tried to, but they stopped in my kitchen and raided it for cookies.

Finally when I was fresh out of cookies and they were outside I could speak to the contractor, who went very quiet when I said I hadn't wanted him to take out the wall. Then he said he couldn't rebuild it and wouldn't compensate me in anyway and when was I going to pay the bill? From there, things got ugly, and I woke up to find I was punching my mattress, thinking it was my contractor. Good thing I wasn't sleeping with anyone last night, as the poor guy might have gotten beaten up.