The last time I slept, I had a dream that was “wayyyyyyy out there”. Calling it bizarre would be a kindness.
In the dream, I was a professional assassin. I was “usually” pretty good. Then I got a job where I had a significant travel to get to the meeting for the details, and when I arrived in the area, I rented a car. I put my “gear” in the car, in the trunk (or as you Brits would say, in the boot).
After the meeting where I got the assignment, I stopped to fuel the car. While I was inside the service station paying for the fuel, a car thief nabbed MY RENTAL CAR.
Through the rest of the dream I was frantically chasing that car thief around trying to get my stuff back, so I could go to work. LOL!