Art gallery theft

I am at home, and we have a new roommate. He has some pets; they look like two orange tabby cats, except they have tusks. I am afraid of what kind of animals they might be, and my cats are crawling all over the cage. I try to talk to this guy but can’t get a straight answer out of him. Suddenly Precious comes in and she is convulsing. I go look for the other cats and this guys pets, the cats are out in the yard and I can’t find this guys pets.

Next then I know I am being arrested and taken to this house a couple houses down from mine. There is this girl there; at first I don’t recognize her. It turns out to be a girl who use to date a friend of mine. She turned evidence in some drug bust, and disappeared into the mountains. I haven’t seen her for awhile. I don’t know what I’m doing there. There are these photographs and pictures. The cops aren’t telling me, and I ask them what is this all about. They ask me if I recognize any of these, pointing to the photographs and pictures. I am looking at the photos and don’t remember anyone. I notice the pictures have people’s names on them and I start saying the names out loud.

One cop turns to his buddy and says, “Oh he’s good.” I ask him what he means. He doesn’t say anything, and stares at me with intimidating eyes. Suddenly it dawns on me, these pictures are stolen. I hesitate to say anything but I ask, “Are you trying to imply we took these?” They nod their head like I just confessed. EOD.