Dream: After sleeping at a new apartment, burgled at old apartment (bike stripped, apartment key gone). By chance, run into bike thief sleeping at neighborhood garage. Hit him with my bike wheel (good weapon!). Then he seems congenial and willing to give back my stuff. While walking to get it, I ask him if he knows anything about my keys. He says, let's see. We go into my old building (he unlocks it). In the lobby two friends of his are sleeping on mattresses that have appeared overnight—they take up the whole foot of the stairwell. Thief explains: his girlfriend is an artist but needs to cram, hence all the stuff in their otherwise bohemian lifestyle. He lets me in to the 3rd floor apartment—not mine. Heading down to the 2nd floor I wake up. Voices in the hall.