looking for a cop

i am back in college, and i am cat sitting. i come back to my dorm to find it broken into by a rude girl who looks like my friend. she doesn't seem to care that she has invaded my space. i tell her to leave and she rolls her eyes and walks out, mumbling annoyance. i realize it was my neighbor. the next day, my room looks different, thing in array, new cables plugged into arious outlets in the wall, my laptop moved. more and more cables each day. then i notice someone stole my ID, some clothes, and somoe money. i leave to cat sit again and when i come back there are more people in my room with the girl who broke in the first time. i tell them to leave and follow them back to their apartment, trying to talk things out. they all get heated and want to fight me and i say if we can't figure this out ourselves i will have no choice but to talk to the police. they all get really mad at me for suggesting that and say i must not care about them. i do, in the grand scheme of things, but what they are doing is not ok. we keep arguing and i leave because nothing is being accomplished. next to their apartment, there are more girls with cables living in the walls who have an evil energy. i think their evilness in the wall must be influencing the people stealing from me.
i talk to some student workers at the school and tell them about my neighbors and the wall people, and one of them says "they've already been found out but you can't make an appeal because your username and password are incorrect" i say they probably changed it because they've been stealing and hacking into my stuff. the student worker says there's still nothing she can do about it until my password is correct. i tell her i want a restraining order and a safe for my stuff and would like to talk to someone else who can help me. she tells me she can help me find a cop to talk to, she knows one in town. i go with her and its dark out and i realize im wearing my pink prom dress from highschool and i don't have any shoes on. she takes me by hand into a bluesy bar in town and we're giggling like it's kind of funny and like oh i wonder if they'll let me in if i don't have shoes on. she tells me not to worry. we search through the bar, which is more like a hotel lobby or an art gallery. the lighting is very warm everything is wood panelled and there's a nice vibe with nice people. we go into different rooms looking for the cop but he isn't there. i say we should find a different cop, and she agrees. when we go outside, its daytime and i have new clothes on and even some shoes. as we walk, she notices a friend of her working at an outdoor archive center. we stop so they can talk to each other. i sit down in the small crowd that has formed because i am a little overwhelmed. some guy walks past me "why are you sitting like that/ why are you just sitting there?" he asks me. "it's a long story," i say and we smile at each other. the girl helping me comes back and we keep walking. i tell her about the guy i talked to and she says she knows who he is and we laugh. instead of continuing to search for a cop with me, the girl decides to leave and find her car which she parked somewhere nearby. i feel frustrated again as she leaves because no i'm dealing with this on my own again. i go into the center of town which looks a bit like my hometown and a bit like provincetown and i immediately find a cop watching traffic. he is sitting on a bicycle with sunglasses and a whistle in his mouth and there is another, younger cop attempting to sit on the bike with him. the younger cop is not wearing a complete uniform. i think he must be in training. they are both staring straight ahead, expressionless. i tell them i need help with something, and if we could talk somewhere in private. the older cop agrees and tells me to follow him. he takes me to a parking garage and we get in his car. he has a lot of trouble backing out and i'm silently judging him but then he gets better at it. he listens to my problem about my neighbors stealing from me and agrees that its fucked up but there's nothing he can do. what a waste. i end up at a new age shop and i'm even more annoyed, looking for a solution. there are two women who own the store and they are eager to listen to me. when i tell them the situation i'm in, they suggest a level 2 diving training. it's diving, from a diving board into a small narrow pool. it seems dangerous. it's more than the sport, they believe there is a process behind it that teached us to let go and trust our intuition. they really think i should become a diver. i am curious and try to begin the training, but when i realize how far down the drop is from the board into the little pool, i bail. i don't know how to dive and i wouldn't be able to plug my nose and why can't i just jump? why do i have to go head first? so i walk out and next to the new age shop is a gun store and i see former president george bush standing outside with some cop-like looking dudes. i'm like jesus christ i don't want to be talking to these guys but they might be my best option at this point. i put on the happiest face i can manage, "wow mr president, hello!" he says "i'm not much of a cop but you can talk to meabout what's going on" i don't know how he knew i was looking for help but i trusted him in that moment and told hi the situation. he listens, but offers no ideas. i decide the best thing for me would be to talk all my stuff and leave because everybody is nuts.