So I woke up at 3:30, and wandered out into the tv room, and lay down next to where Kevin was watching tv, and told him my dream. And he said I probably didn't need to worry too much about that now. And then he said that Mary Annes should be in bed at this hour. And I said I was too hot. And he got up and got me up and he took me to the bedroom and I lay down and he pulled the quilt down to the bottom of the bed and pulled the sheet up over me, and he kissed my forehead and told me to go to sleep and he left the door open and turned off the lights in the main room and after a bit of tossing and turning, I fell asleep. Slept like a log 'til 7:25, just before my alarm was due to go off.
And now I'm showered and dressed, and have drunk half my tea (which Kevin kindly made while I showered and dressed), and can hope to be semi-coherent at training today. The boy does a pretty good job taking care of me, even if I'm actually just sleepless, rather than being actually wanted by the police.
(There may be some buried resentment against the police recently for parking tickets. I dunno.)