The whole department had a dream tonight, which we just woke from, feeling as if we'd just gone to sleep. You can imagine it's a strange thing, citizen, to have all had the same dream. It was about Oliver Xymoron and Rubin Starset, only one of whom we've actually had the dubious pleasure of meeting on the streets. Mr. Xymoron was building something, and offhandedly mentioned to Mr. Starset that we were undercover. Mr. Starset started a prison riot by breaking an important violet colored flowerpot, and decided he had no respect for the Police force anymore, and the good work we've attempted to undertake was undone.

We here at the department are divided on what we think this means. Some believe that we are unsure we are actually doing good things by providing feedback on accomplished tasks from an assumed place of authority. Some believe that we had too many doughnuts before falling asleep- indigestion. We're going back to our cots now, hopefully to sleep the rest of the night through.