text: [Themes: sci-fi, humor, fantasy]
  
  You wake up covered in a thin layer of sweat. Kind of yucky, but it's no surprise. You've been waking up like this for a while now.
  
  It all started a few nights ago, you'd had a delicious spaghetti and meatballs for dinner and you were watching your favorite show, you fell asleep and your dream was invaded by something; you woke up uneasy and feeling tired, but you had work to do so you couldn't get more sleep.
  
  The night after that, you had leftover pizza for dinner and had the same weird dream. You blamed the food.
  
  Two nights ago, you decided to have no supper and try your luck; the dream returned.
  
  You couldn't remember your dream no matter how hard you tried. Three times in a row sure is weird for a dream.
  
  Last night you had some warm milk and a delicious chocolate chip cookie, those things are supposed to make you sleep well. You read somewhere on the Internet that a dream journal can be helpful in order to remember, the trick is to write as quick as possible anything you can remember as soon as you wake up.
  
  Picking up the pencil you placed in the nightstand, you open your little notepad and write the first thing that comes to your mind:
  
  «Purple»
  
  You remember the color purple in your dream, was it important? Perhaps. You try to recognize any other thing, but it's all gone.
  
  > give up
  You don't want to get a headache so you stop analyzing your dream. You look at your empty dream journal and realize that this whole thing is dumb.
  
  You get up and take a shower to fully awaken, then you head out for the day. As you step out and close the door behind you, you feel your pockets and notice that something is off...
  
  > Forgot your keys
  You forgot your keys! How are you supposed to get back into your house now?
  
  You decide that you'll call a locksmith when you come back, there's no use in being late for something like this.
  
  You take the bus and sit next to an old lady, she suddenly starts talking about her grandchildren being all successful doctors, nurses and police officers. You know she's just a proud grandmother, but it starts to sound like she's bragging. You blow her off and nod constantly at her story. The bus makes a stop and some people get on, but you don't pay attention to them, the old woman's story is becoming sort of interesting. You're brushed by someone as they go take a seat in the back, but you don't care.
  
  When you get off the bus, you get a strange feeling. You feel your pockets once again and realize that your wallets gone.
  
  They stole your wallet!
  
  The person who brushed you must've been one of those expert pickpockets and they took advantage of the old lady's tale.
  
  Maybe she was in on it!
  
  No, that's ridiculous, she's just an old lady.
  
  Probably
  
  > call the authorities
  You dial the number and let the cops know that there's a robber in bus so-and-so. Maybe they'll catch them.
  
  You decide to move on with your day, since there's nothing else you can do.
  
  By the end of the time, you have to walk back home because you have no money for the public transportation. You remember that you need to call a locksmith and take out your cellphone.
  
  The strangest thing happens.
  
  A person rushes by and takes the phone right off your hands. You are startled and too shocked to move, but then you run after the robber.
  
  You can't afford to lose your phone right now. Not when you don't have your keys or wallet.
  
  You chase the person and yell, expecting someone to notice and call the cops or stop the robber, but no one does anything.
  
  You curse people as you reach an dead end alley, the robber is there.
  
  > follow into the alley
  You don't need help to take down this person. They're not even a pickpocket like the one on the bus. They ran to a dead end, how stupid could they be?
  
  You decide to take the matter in your own hands and step towards the robber. The alley is too dark to see if it's a man or a woman, but you don't care; you can kick their ass either way.
  
  The person suddenly dashes in your direction. It's too fast to see what's going on, but the next thing you know is that you're knocked over and you fall butt first on the ground.
  
  The robber flees.
  
  > go home, frustrated
  You had to sneak through your window to get back in the house, you think to yourself that you should start locking your windows before going out.
  
  Finding your keys, you throw them at the wall. This whole mess is their fault.
  
  A few minutes later there's a knock on the door and you go open it.
  
  "Good evening," says a police officer, "we heard that someone snuck into this house".
  
  You explain to the officer that it was you and begin to tell him the whole story of how you forgot your keys, lost your wallet, got robbed and then knocked down by said criminal.
  
  "You're lucky, then," says the officer, "we managed to catch the pickpocket and your wallet's back at the precinct. You can come pick it up in the morning, if you want to".
  
  You thank the officer and wish him a good night as he apologizes for the trouble and leaves. But it was no trouble at all. You're still kinda angry at yourself for having lost your cellphone, but you had no important pictures in it and you keep all your contacts in an old agenda everyone said was useless.
  
  > get some rest and pick up your wallet in the morning
  You're you, but you're not really you because you're looking at yourself.
  
  Not like in a mirror or anything, you're literally looking at your own body stepping down of the bus.
  
  You look at the sky and notice it is purple.
  
  You watch as they/you call the police on their/your cellphone. You know they/you are gonna lose that phone by the end of the day, so you have to follow them/yourself.
  
  But first there's something you need to do.
  
  You run towards the bus and manage to catch up to it, you have no wallet so you tell the driver that you'll pay him shortly.
  
  You find an old lady and a young person sitting together. Oddly enough, the person next to the old lady has a blurred face, so you can't tell if their a man or a woman.
  
  You know the cops are going to be here soon, so you go to the back of the bus and wait.
  
  When the bus stops, the blurred person stands up and puts a wallet in their pocket. You know that's your stolen wallet. It m (you know this despite not being able to see their face). You smile as a police officer gets on the bus and you call him to the back. The pickpocket pushes you aside and tries to get off the bus, but trips and falls to the ground.
  
  The officer arrests them and thanks you for your help.
  
  You have to get your wallet back in the morning when you wake up.
  
  > wake up
  You quickly write your weird dream on your journal. The details are foggy but you remember enough for it to make sense.
  
  You take a shower and get dressed before having breakfast. You brush your teeth and head out to the police station. You make sure you're not forgetting anything this time.
  
  You arrive at the station and ask for a lost and found wallet. A nice officer tells you where to find it and you head towards the appointed direction.
  
  The officer you saw last night asks for your identification. Your words stumble and the officer laughs.
  
  "I'm just kidding," the officer says, handing your wallet to you after confirming that you looked like the ID it carried. "Be careful out there!"
  
  You promise to do so and step out of the precinct as you wonder whatever happened to your phone.
  
  You eventually bought a new one.
  
  You stopped having weird dreams after that night.