Dude Where's My Car
Last Night's Dream: A coworker and I got permission from someone to borrow a couple of office chairs. In the wee hours (like 4am) of the morning, we went to their house to get them. Everything was awkward. We knew this was a bad time to get them, but we decided if we sneaked into the house and got the chairs without waking anyone, it wouldn't be a problem. If we woke anyone, we would have to explain why we were there so early, and why we sneaked in instead of knocking. It was quite a comical affair, after getting in and finding the chairs, we had to find a new way out, so we were travelling around their house, pushing these rolling chairs, stopping every few moments thinking we heard someone, and arguing about who would be first into each room in case we got caught. After a while, we made it out of the house uncaught.
We started up the road where I had parked my car, a few houses away (adding to the sneakiness). We had left if there after packing some things in the trunk, thinking it would just be a few minutes we left the trunk open. When we got there, everything that was in the trunk was sitting in the road, and the car was gone. I was astonished, because some of the things in the trunk were very valuable, but weren't taken. The missing car was a major disappointment.
After calling the police and reporting my car stolen*, my friend and I got to work trying to figure out what we would do. We now had all this stuff and had to get somewhere, and had no way to get it there. I was also very distraught that my car was stolen. At that moment, my brother called. He wanted to know if he could come crash at my house for a little bit. I didn't want to tell him my car was stolen. Instead I told him I wasn't at my house right then, and that unfortunately if he wanted in he would have to come and pick me up first to bring me there to unlock it for him. I felt very bad that this would make him go out of his way, but didn't know any way without a car that I could have met him there to unlock the house for him.
*The nifty thing about dreams is that things don't have to actually happen to have happened. I never actually picked up a phone and called the police in the dream, but even though the scene had not changed and there was no time jump, at that point in the dream it was simply a given that I had called them. Quite the opposite of movies, where if you don't see it happen (I.E. a character's death), it probably didn't.