Coffee with dream

I had an action, mystery, B movie dream again last night.

Most of it was new, except for the car brakes going out and the gunfire...

I put the head of the mouse the kitten had killed under a piece of tape with a caption for placement in her baby book. My husband told me that was gross.
When the car was speeding wildly out of controll, I took a left to try to slow it down, only to find I was decending a steep hill. The rise coming up was thick with dirty snow, and as luck would have it, thats where the cars were swerving to dodge bullets. The lead bad guy recognized me which surprised me because the flunky terrorists holding my family hostage at the house were still there, and as far as I knew had not revealed my identity. I had laughed at them, telling them they had failed, for whatever their plan, I didn't feel that I was in terror.

In the conscious world, we were having our coffee and watching the morning news when my husband told me that the cat had left a gift on the patio during the night. It was a mouse- never before had that happened.
Moments later our very quiet and narrow street roared with a speeding car. The knowledge that at that speed it would never clear the turn at the bottom of the hill, lifted us out of our chairs. Before we reached the window we heard the impact.
A tree obstructed our view, but beyond it was a cloud of brown dirt. Through the arcadia door I saw my neighbors' van pushed crooked in her driveway.
I phoned for help right away. My husaband saw the perp flee the scene. His decription was accurate, but his words were stifled with pain. Apparently, in the excitement, he forgot the step down to the porch. He and his new hip joints landed where he had found the mouse earlier.
Paramedics and a police report followed. The rest of the morning was spent in the ER. The kids were pretty much hostages in their own home intil we returned.
The bad guy, 5 times over the legal alcohol limit, was chased down by other neighbors who convinced him to return to the scene.
This, in particular, does not happen every day. But something big happens so frequently that while I used to think every body has problems, I'm rethinking. I don't think anyone has a life this absurd, or full of little emergencies, or chaotic, or.... I don't know how to classify it. This can't ne normal.
I feel like a magnet for the weird.
I think I'll stay awake tonight.