@Izzie,
Last night's was a doozy.
I came home from some outing to find that all of the kitchen cabinets were opened and all of the stuff in them taken out and put on the counters (neatly, I might add). There was a short guy, about 4 feet tall or so, who I had never seen before who was clearly responsible. His head was a little too big for his body and he superficially resembled a guy I work with but don't interact with much.
Since he was responsible and I was dreaming, I grabbed him by the throat with my left hand and started squeezing. He was a small guy so this lifted him off the ground. With my right hand I grabbed the phone and dialed zero.
The operator came on and asked me how I was going to pay for the call. I said, I don't know, credit card or something, just dial 911! She told me I could not pay that way and I told her I'd give her a check or something, just call the police. She then told me to dial them myself and I said I couldn't, I was kinda busy.
And that's when I woke up.