Wrong Side of the Bed

Had a dream last night, now keep in mind, I usually recall about 2 dreams a year, so it would be nice if it were a good one. Well this one didn't turn out so good. I dreamt I was making a pot of coffee. I had the water already in and I left the lid open while I was grinding the beans. While I was grinding (which must have taken forever), somebody snuck into our house with a handful of those helicopter seeds that maple trees drop, and threw it in the water reservoir of my coffee maker. You know the seeds I'm talking about. The ones that fall EVERYWHERE, and get into every ORIFICE just in MY yard! I was furious! I almost had a Tourett's moment! I started looking around the house to see who did the drive by molesting of my coffee maker, but to no avail. Then my alarm went off. So now I'm somewhat awake, but I want to go back to sleep so I can hunt down the "perp" in my dream. Being the vigilante that I am, I'm not sure what I would have done. It was probably good that my alarm went off, and he was saved by the bell. Maybe when I fall asleep tonight, I'll pick up the manhunt where I left off. Chances are, I won't even remember my next dream, and another criminal will get off the hook again. I wonder how Freud would interpret that one?