So I had a dream last night.
My H and I had moved to Toms River and during our first night in our new house we starting hearing weird, loud noises from the back yard. Someone was firing cannonballs into our deck, and fence.
Being logical, I locked all the fence gates so no one could come retrieve the cannonballs. Well, you came over banging on the door and insisting that I return them to your wife immediately or suffer the consequences because they each cost $100 and it's not your fault I was stupid enough to buy a house in the midst of her firing range that is used for civil war reenactment. I was like, "what consequences?" and then refused. Turns out your wife sent some thugs to drag me off to Cape Cod to work on a fishing boat until i worked off the debt.
I'm trying to psychoanalyze it and am drawing a blank. i just had to share. It was a really vivid dream.