It began when I came home (from somewhere).

The rooms in my house were larger than usual. I went through to my bedroom not noticing anything out of the ordinary. I walked into my bedroom and what began as a run of a mill bedroom for me evolved into a burgle bedroom. At some point I realised one of my jewellery boxes had been stolen and as I found this, my bedroom slowly began to evolve from a nice tidy room to a burgled room with everything tipped out everywhere. I knew I had to call the police.

I looked for my second jewellery box. I couldn't find it, so thought it too had been taken. Then I saw it, with a few of it's drawers out. I knew the burglar had been through it. I had a peek into the drawers without touching it (couldn't leave prints - the police needed to dust it) and saw that a lot of my jewellery was still there, but a few rings and things were missing.

I looked around the room a bit more (just looked, not moving) and saw that the security screen on my bedroom door (I have a sliding door to my bedroom with a screen door as well) was all torn and wrenched... That was the entry point... But it was also closed... Weird.

I went to the carport of my house and a female police officer was giving a group of children a tour. Weird. I told her straight away what had happened, and she abandoned the children and came to my bedroom. She began to write notes and look around.

I looked around my bedroom some more (moving this time). It was an absolute burgled tip. There was writing on the walls in places. Writing in different colours - in pencil and felt pen. Derogatory words about somebody. But I don't know who. The graffiti is around the wall near my door, but not behind my door or on any other wall. Writing by both a man and a woman... I began to think 2 people did this.

I voice my concern to the policewoman about my missing jewellery box. I tell her that I have rings in there that are very valuable. I tell her that my jewellery is worth (not telling! LOL) thousand dollars. I explain that I have some pieces that are individually valued at (not telling this either!) thousand dollars.

And my insurance has just run out!! I have a moment of panic about no insurance, but it passes.

I have to ring my jeweller. He works in a pawn shop. I want to let him know that my jewellery is missing and to keep an eye out for it if someone tries to pawn it... He knows what my jewellery looks like - he made most of it.

I am worried about who burgled my house. I look out my door. My neighbours over the road are moving house. She's a known thief. I tell the policewoman she's known to the police and tell her they are moving house.

I have a safe... At first I thought the safe was stolen. I find it and open it, it's a hole in the wall. Weird. I look and it's the opening of a tissue box. I pull lining off the wall and reach in... I pull out a tissue box. That's not my safe!

I look again - I find I moved my safe to get to the wall. Weird. I can't recall the code to the safe. I try anything and it opens... It opens with any code. Weird. I reach inside - it's empty... Nothing is in there. No empty jewellery boxes and no jewellery valuations.

I tell the policewoman that the safe is empty. I tell her that the valuations of my jewellery are all stolen.

I find a loose valuation certificate near the remaining jewellery box. I pick it up. It is for a ring - but the ring is physical - not a photos. I pull the ring from the valuation certificate and look it over... It's a replica, so I throw it on the bed in disgust. A replica to show what the genuine ring looks like. Weird - it's meant to be a photo.

I look out my door again - to see if anything of mine is being packed by my neighbours... They are gone - the house is vacant.

I worry about why somebody needed my valuations when they stole my jewellery box.

I worry that my jewellery will be "properly" sold and not pawned at pawnbrokers. I worry that someone can prove genuine ownership by using the valuations.

I walk through my house trying to ring my jeweller, the policewoman comes, it all goes fuzzy and the dream changes to a completely different dream that I can't recall enough off to write about.