A being who used the name "Brennon" entered my apartment (or I entered it with him - unclear). He bumped my bed and said, "Uh oh." I thought I was dreaming.
A few minutes later, I woke up and noticed that my large key chain (with 15 keys) was missing from the pushpin in the wall. Oddly, my wallet, which was directly below the keys, was not taken.
For some reason, I was not really that upset (quite unlike me). Fortunately, I had a duplicate set of most of the keys. I went to work. Then, I came home and began looking for the keys. No luck.
It was such an odd story that I did not want to file a police report. However, when I told the story to the assistant residence manager of my apartment complex a day later, she persuaded me to file a report. The officer came by, had me write out my story and photographed the area.
That night, I turned on my security system, made sure that the door was locked and went to bed. When I woke up the next morning, the keys were hanging from a pushpin in the wall.
There is no way that I (or the police officer) could have missed seeing the key chain. There is also no way that anyone could have broken into my apartment (through the door or windows) without the alarm system going off.
I laid down, relaxed. I then recalled that the being's name was Brennon. Although he is not, as I recall, from this planet, he lives here. He looks like an ordinary guy. I was sitting across from him at a large rectangular table. He was explaining to me what would happen. He made sure that I would not get up until after he was gone.
I took the account as a lesson to always keep the front door locked with the alarm system on (which I had not been doing).