Intruder

I get the feeling that an uninvited guest is in our home with us. We're in a holiday home, but in the dream, it's our home and it has been for years. I notice that the sliding door is wide open, because the wind is making the white net curtains billow and this is really weird. I'm sure it was closed, if not locked. I attempt to close the door and realize that the lock is broken. I imagine the potential intruder outside, watching me trying to lock the door and laughing. If he's out there, he can see me clearly because all the lights are on inside and it's dark out there. The best thing for me to do, I think, is to pretend I don't know it's happening. And then catch him,. I shrug and give up on the door. I join my family, all the while thinking about whether the intruder is outside or inside. *** Later, we're all outside chatting with Nigel from Next in Fashion. When we're done, everyone walks away, but he whistles to call me back to his car. He's sitting with his feet up on the dashboard and he has a notebook computer on his lap, on which he shows me what he has gathered about my intruder. The intruder has stolen a bunch of clothes. Nigel has looked at their sizes and styles and combinations to create a personality profile of the intruder. "Now all I need to do is cross-reference that with the people I know. It's probably somebody we know or who knows us." Nigel grins, metal teeth shining. *** Walking 'home', I feel like I have a purpose. An ugly mission that adds some swagger to my step. When I find the intruder, I'm going to 'leather' him. Actual violence. I run up the stone steps. "Hold the lift!: I say. The lift is a large concrete room. A couple in the lift smile at me. We're only going up one floor. It's more like a semi-floor. It's kind of embarrassing. That night, I tuck the kids into bed and pretend to sleep. I hear someone moving around the room.