Dream from this morning: I lived with my brother on a property up a mountainside, a sprawling acreage littered with debris and machinery. Two roads passed through the place: one came through my neighbors' property and ended at mine, an easement we used to come and go. Another road came across from right to left out of the woods, passing through and continuing up the mountain. Heavy machinery used this road at all times of day for some development going on up there.

It's funny - early in the dream these properties were simply adjoining rooms with double doors closed between them. They evolved into neighboring acreages separated by a fencewall and great solid double gate.

Anyway, once a day an old maroon convertible full of town thugs drove up the easement road/driveway, turned around in my yard and drove out again. I thought nothing of it the first time, but when I realized it was a daily thing I knew they were thieves scoping the place out for antiques and machines to steal. I chased them out at one point.

Among the discarded items lying on the ground all around were file cabinets on their sides and backs, drawers open or missing, contents blowing about. Earlier I had given a heavy tall filing cabinet to a friend. Now a truck arrived to deposit one exactly like it in the weeds with the others, stout greasy delivery guys fiddling with chains and pulleys to lower it off the flatbed. I ran to stop them - I thought it was the cabinet I'd just given up - but they continued unperturbed. I realized it was a gift from someone to replace the one I'd given away. Perhaps it had more value than I'd thought.

Atop a shelf or dresser pushed against the shared wall or fence between properties (or rooms) was something like a spice shelf in which several lizards were living, including a bearded dragon (again with the dragon). They weren't very large, and a little bird had befriended them and was nesting there, too. At one point I gave the shelf and its lizards to my neighbor on the property below, opening the gate and carrying it to to his porch, trying to keep the reptiles from running off. This was a large family and several members stood about watching as I handed it over to the indifferent old patriarch. Only then did I remember the bird and its nest, and peeking in I saw it standing panicked over an egg just hatched and two tiny pink moist nestlings bobbing about beneath her. I didn't know how to take the shelf back - did I manage to carry it home with me again? I worried about whether the mother bird would keep the babies alive after having been disturbed.