I discovered new rooms in my basement (again), only this time it was blank unfinished basement, though loaded with jigsaw puzzles and toys. There was an awful lot of styrofoam too. I went to set the security system, but I couldn’t remember the last four digits of my phone number which, in the dream, was my code. So it went off and I knew the police were going to come and I’d have a false alarm on my “permanent record.” I called the security system guy who had checked everything. Instead of actually handling the situation, he just came by and picked me up, then we went for a drive.