In the dream, I was utterly convinced of two things:
1. If the burglar had left me four suits, it must mean I was supposed to wear those as I hunted the culprit to the ends of the earth, and that I only had four days to do so.
2. The whole robbery was related to a deeply sinister plot concocted by The Hamburglar, of McDonald's fame.
Not wanting to just chalk up such a thing as irrational dream gibberish, I've been trying to figure out what exactly prompted me to dream it. I think it must have been a combination of the conversation Dave and I were having a few days back about great snippets from The Onion (follow the link for what may be one of the funniest articles I have ever read), and this picture my friend Val sent me of a road sign in Canada:
If cash levitates out of the trunk of your car whenever you open it, you might want to hide the key a bit better than that. Especially if there are gigantic burglar creeps wearing fedoras prowling around. You can't be too careful, you know.
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Putting the two together, it's clearly a recipe for a dream about being robbed blind by a hamburger-enthusiast/costumed criminal who then skips the country to head into the great white north with all my pseudo-valuables. I have no way to explain why the suits were featured in the dream. Maybe Hamburglar figured that if he has to dress up, so should I?
