I dreamt that someone had parked a black mountain bicycle under my terrace. This is where I had dreamt a dog two nights ago (“The Dog,” May 26, 2012). It was quite a fancy bike, I could see at once. It must have cost a mint. At any rate, I got angry straight away. This is my property, I remember fuming. Although I planned to write a harsh note for the owner and attach it to the bike, I woke up before I managed to do anything. I fell asleep again soon afterwards, but the first thing I did this morning was to check the platform right under my terrace. There was nothing there, it goes without saying. Overgrown with weeds, the platform looks untouched. Actually, primeval. I only wonder why do I feel so insecure about my house at this particular time. Two similar dreams so close together cannot be brushed aside. What possible threat do I face?