Dream number 3

K so I'm back at our old house back in DOuglas before we all moved to Tucson. I'm walking through the rooms and halls as usual. So I go into the hallway which is the accessway to the 2nd floor, and I see our tenants' (?!!!) four dogs. (My grandpa used to rent the upstairs rooms but that was long beofre I was born) It was two black labs and a yellow one and I don't remember the other one. But so then I look out through the front door and see a British police officer shooting at somebody on the side of the house. Apparently they were both bad shots, tho. So I run back thorugh the house to tell Mom and Nana in the kitchen to close the back door because there's a robber or something lurking around. Suddenly, a man walks in the back door. Mom says he's the new handiman, but I go and check him out anyway. He's obvously stringer than I am, and he admits that there's a gun in his pocket and that it was futile to struggle with him. regardless, I did. And from a third person view it looked really lame.